At the lake, I sit on a bench, watch a fisherman and let my thoughts wander as I enjoy my day off. I am amazed at the fish he has just caught. The cable car glides silently up the mountain. I walk on, past waterfalls and streams, spying a deer at the edge of the forest and a bird of prey circling over the lake. Again I stop and look at the idyllically situated village from a distance. I study the information along the path and learn a lot about this unique place. A mild breeze makes the leaves dance on the trees as I listen to the music of nature. Passing gardens and wooden houses, I reach the chapel, which is worth a visit. The hostelry invites me to take another break. I enjoy the view and the foam on the coffee.
I have to go on, as I am only half way, but there is no hurry. I could also take the train, but then I would see and learn less. The fragrance of wood, wild garlic and mown grass is in the air. Orchids and lilies bloom in the meadows, which attract rare insects. Colourful summer birds accompany me. The valley opens up and I see the islands in the lake and the imposing church. A little lower is the old church tower; the door is open. I climb up it and admire the solid workmanship. Astonished, I learn about the historical calamity that happened in this place.
The lake is a magnet for swimmers, stand up paddlers, and anglers; it also offers boat cruises. Next time I will bring the family and pause at one of the numerous barbecue spots. I love this landscape, the nature, the people and the culture. I feel at home here in Lungern.