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Rigi

Page Type: Mountain/Rock

Location: Luzern/Schwiz, Switzerland, Europe

Lat/Lon: 47.09000°N / 8.36000°E

Object Title: Rigi

Elevation: 5895 ft / 1797 m

 

Page By: Huberschwiller

Created/Edited: Aug 7, 2002 / Nov 28, 2004

Object ID: 151119

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Overview


The Rigi is a quite well-known 1800m mountain in the pre-Alps, occupying a spectacular location above the Vierwaldstättersee (Lake Lucerne) and offering on a clear day splendid views south to the Alps as well as north back to the area around Zurich. The Rigi featured in a book by Mark Twain and in a number of paintings by J.M.W. Turner. The Rigi, while not the highest, is one of the best known mountains in Switzerland and is named "Queen of the mountains". Its proximity to Zurich and Lucerne make it a magnet for tourists visiting the area.
One may choose to hike to the top or climb or combine hiking with a climb up one of the several rock routes in the 4+ to 6 range.
Swiss Railways offer a special round-trip excursion, the “Rigi-Rundfahrt”, covering multiple segments by train, cog-railway, gondola (optional) and lake steamer.

If you had a toy cablecar as a kid, chances are it was a Rigi Seilbahn replica manufactured nearby.


Getting There


Next airports : Zurich and Basel.
From the Zurich main train station, you get the following: Train to Arth-Goldau (40 mins); cogtrain to Kräbel (10 mins); cable car to Rigi Scheidegg (10 mins); and then after you've finished your hike, cogtrain from Rigi Kulm to Vitznau (40 mins); boat across the lake to Luzern (1 hour); train from Luzern to Zurich (50 mins). Price of ticket around CHF 60.


Rigi Railways


The cogwheel railways from Arth-Goldau and Vitznau operate up to Mt. Rigi Kulm the whole year. The Panorama Aerial Cableway from Weggis to Rigi Kaltbad operates daily at half-hour intervals (except during maintenance work in April and November, as per timetable).

1)The Vitznau-Rigi Railway
Swiss engineer Niklaus Riggenbach masterminded the construction of the Vitznau-Rigi Railway in the mid-19th century. Riggenbach's invention, which would guide trains across steep climbs by means of cogwheels and toothed racks, was patented in France in 1863.

When it became known that a similar railway was already in operation in the United States, the Council of Lucerne granted the concession on 9 June 1869. The construction of the railway began in mid-September 1869. On Riggenbach's birthday on 21 May 1870, locomotive No. 1, called the 'Stadt Luzern', made its first 300-metre trial run. Finally, on 21 May 1871, the first mountain railway in Europe was officially opened. Riggenbach himself drove the festive train to the heights of Mt. Rigi, as far as the terminus station Rigi Staffelhöhe.
During the first year the figure totalled more than 60,000, and in 1874 the 100,000 mark was passed for the first time. With the opening of the Arth-Rigi Railway in 1875 these figures declined for a few years, but by 1886 they had again increased to 102,021. The highest number was reached in the centenary year of 1971, with 578,070 passengers.

2)The Weggis - Rigi Kaltbad Aerial Cableway
In order to avoid direct open competition with the long-established Vitznau-Rigi Railway, the Swiss government granted an operating licence for an aerial cableway to the existing Rigi Railway Company. After a construction period of only 11 months, the Weggis-Rigi Kaltbad Aerial Cableway was put into service on 15 July 1968.
The cable car operates throughout the year at 30 minute intervals, and crosses a height differential of 924 in less than 10 minutes. A 100-metre path at Rigi Kaltbad connects the mountain station of the cable car with the cogwheel railway station. On the 25th anniversary of the cable car in 1993, the two red passenger cabins were replaced by new, modern panorama cabins, white in colour and with the new logo of the Rigi Railways Company.

3)The Arth-Rigi Railway
Riggenbach and Zschokke also built the rack-and-pinion Arth-Rigi Railway. From 1873 until the merger of the two railways in 1992, the Vitznau-Rigi Railway company had to pay ground rent for use of the rail section Staffelhöhe-Rigi Kulm.

The construction of the Goldau - Staffel rail track started in the summer of 1873, and in 1874 the Arth-Oberarth-Goldau section was begun after the definitive location of the railway station in Arth had been agreed.

The Arth-Rigi-Railway started operation on 4 June 1875 along the entire route. The open passenger carriages were very luxurious, with curtains fitted on both sides, which protected passengers from the sun, rain and wind. As early as 1907, the electrified service on the Goldau-Kulm mountain route was inaugurated. The Rigi-Railway was the first standard gauge rack-and-pinion railway in Switzerland which changed to electric traction.


Hiking Option


Hiking to the summit.
Pick up the free Rigibahn timetable (Fahrplan) from the station at Arth-Goldau, as it includes a very useful map showing the footpaths (there are different maps for Summer and Winter).

After enjoying the view from the lookout at Rigi Scheidegg, follow the signs for Rigi Kulm which take you along an old disused railway line converted into a footpath. With the panoramic views as well, it's easy to see why the walking on this stretch is especially popular.

From Unterstetten (a stop for lunch), the path continues to First and then follows the signs to Rigi Kaltbad. This is at the top of the Weggis cable car, and also on the Vitznau rail line, and so its full of hotels and such.

The signs now lead to Känzeli and a church built between the rocks . And there's yet another superb lookout point, with Lake Lucerne seemingly directly below your feet. Several steep switchbacks now take you up to Staffelhöhe where you rejoin the train line up to Rigi Kulm. Through Staffel the path climbs up above the tracks but never gets too far away, until the station at Kulm.

After checking the train times, there's just another 5-10 minutes walk to the summit, an inviting, broad grassy slope with great views over the nearby Lakes of Lucerne and Zug.

Other hiking possibilities
1) Kulmhütte
From Rigi Kaltbad (1450 m) follow the path to the Felsenkapelle (a chapel built within the rocks), from here a nature trail leads you to the look out point Rigi Känzeli. Here you can enjoy a fantastic view of Lucerne, the Bürgenstock and the famous cross of Lake Lucerne. From Känzeli there is a slight climb up to Rigi Staffelhöhe (1550 m). From here the path ascends slightly through alpine pastures and woods to the Kulmhütte (1676 m). From this point the path continues via Schochenhütte and Tribhütte and on to Ständli. A slight incline takes you to Rigi First (1453 m) and a flat path continues to Rigi Kaltbad. Walking time 41/2h.

2) Staffelhöhe
From Rigi Kaltbad (1450 m) we walk along the Kaltbad path to Rigi First (1453 m). Behind the hotel is a path that climbs slightly through alpine meadows along the foot of the Rostock and on towards the Rigi Railway track. Follow the path parallel to the track to Staffelhöhe (1550 m) and from here to Rigi Kaltbad. Walking time:1 1/2 h.

3) Summit walk
From Rigi Kaltbad (1450 m) follow the path to the Felsenkapelle (as 1). From here a trail leads you to the look out point Rigi Känzeli. From Känzeli there is a slight climb up to Rigi Staffelhöhe (1550 m). The path now runs parallel to the Rigi Railway line to Rigi Staffel (1603 m ) and finally winds through alpine meadows up to the summit of the Rigi. From this point, depending on the weather, one can enjoy a stunning 360 degree view of up to nearly 800 kilometres (see chapter view from the summit). Walking time:1 1/2 h.

4) Rigi Kaltbad - Küssnacht
From Rigi Kaltbad (1450 m) walk along the level path to the point Känzeli (1464 m). Continue in a northern direction on the visible path descending down to Alp Räb (1124 m). The mountain path leads through some beautiful woods along the Rigi. From here continue via Chrüzboden to Altruedisegg (1040 m) and follow the 2 km flat path to Seebodenalp. From Seebodenalp take the small cable car to Küssnacht and then take the bus back to Weggis or Vitznau. Walking time:2 - 2 1/2 h.

5) Seeweg (Lake path)
Follow the level path from Rigi Kaltbad (1450 m) to Rigi First (1453 m) along what originally was the Rigi Scheidegg railway track. Here one turns left on to the "Felsenweg" the cliff path from where the hiker gets a fantastic view of the snow capped mountains of Uri, Unterwalden and the Bernese Oberland. Below lies Lake Lucerne with its beautiful bays and historical villages. Continue along the cliff path until you reach the old Rigi Scheidegg railway track again, turn right in the direction of Unterstetten. Here one crosses the bridge and climbs about 10 minutes on the "Seeweg" on to Rotbalmegg (1457 m). The path descends over the Glettialp to Hinterbergen (1103 m). Here one takes the small cable car to Vitznau. Walking time:
2-3 h.

6) Rotstock
From Rigi Kulm (1800 m) follow the path downhill to Rigi Staffel (1603 m). A 15 minute climb will take you to the top of the Rostock (1659 m). Then the path continues downhill through beautiful alpine meadows to Rigi First (1453 m). A 15 minute walk along the level path takes you back to Rigi Kaltbad. Walking time: 2 h.

7) Rigi Kulm - Rigi Klösterli
From Rigi Kulm (1800 m) we hike past the old railway depot and into the beautiful meadows covered with alpine flowers. The hiking path takes us down to Kulm-Hütte. The path following the ridge of the mountain- leads to the "Obere Schwändihütte" ( Schochenhütte) from where we turn right. A level path takes us to Alp Trib. The path continues over a small bridge to the Hotel Des Alpes and then on to Rigi Klösterli. (1302 m). Walking time:1 1/2 h.


Sight from the summit


13 lakes (!), the whole swiss Mittelland as far as Germany and France, Glärnisch, Tödi, Windgällen, Spannort, Titlis, Berner Oberland with Eiger, Pilatus.


Hotels


- Rigi Kulm : Rigi Kulm Hotel Tel 041 855 0303 (www.rigikulm.ch). The first Kulm-Hotel of Switzerland (1816)

- Rigi Kaltbad/First : Silencehotel Bergsonne Tel 041 399 80 10 (www.bergsonne.ch)

- Rigi Scheidegg : Berggasthaus Rigi-Scheidegg Tel 041 828 14 75 (www.rigi-scheidegg.ch)

Historical Views



Paintings



Mark Twain's account of hiking the Rigi : A Tramp Abroad, The Jodel and Its Native Wilds(Ch 28)


The Rigi-Kulm is an imposing Alpine mass, six thousand feet high, which stands by itself, and commands a mighty prospect of blue lakes, green valleys, and snowy mountains, -- a compact and magnificent picture three hundred miles in circumference. The ascent is made by rail, or horseback, or on foot, as one may prefer. I and my agent panoplied ourselves in walking-costume, one bright morning, and started down the lake on the steamboat; we got ashore at the village of Wäggis; three-quarters of an hour distant from Lucerne. This village is at the foot of the mountain.

We were soon tramping leisurely up the leafy mule-path, and then the talk began to flow, as usual. It was twelve o'clock noon, and a breezy, cloudless day; the ascent was gradual, and the glimpses, from under the curtaining boughs, of blue water, and tiny sailboats, and beetling cliffs, were as charming as glimpses of dreamland. All the circumstances were perfect, -- and the anticipations, too, for we should soon be enjoying, for the first time, that wonderful spectacle, an Alpine sunrise, -- the object of our journey. There was (apparently) no real need for hurry, for the guide-book made the walking-distance from Wäggis to the summit only three hours and a quarter. I say "apparently," because the guide-book had already fooled us once, -- about the distance from Allerheiligen to Oppenau, -- and for aught I knew it might be getting ready to fool us again. We were only certain as to the altitudes, -- we calculated to find out for ourselves how many hours it is from the bottom to the top. The summit is 6,000 feet above the sea, but only 4,500 feet above the lake. When we had walked half an hour, we were fairly into the swing and humor of the undertaking, so we cleared for action; that is to say, we got a boy whom we met to carry our alpenstocks and satchels and overcoats and things for us; that left us free for business. I suppose we must have stopped oftener to stretch out on the grass in the shade and take a bit of a smoke than this boy was used to, for presently he asked if it had been our idea to hire him by the job, or by the year? We told him he could move along if he was in a hurry. He said he wasn't in such a very particular hurry, but he wanted to get to the top while he was young. We told him to clear out, then, and leave the things at the uppermost hotel and say we should be along presently. He said he would secure us a hotel if he could, but if they were all full he would ask them to build another one and hurry up and get the paint and plaster dry against we arrived. Still gently chaffing us, he pushed ahead, up the trail, and soon disappeared. By six o'clock we were pretty high up in the air, and the view of lake and mountains had greatly grown in breadth and interest. We halted awhile at a little public house, where we had bread and cheese and a quart or two of fresh milk, out on the porch, with the big panorama all before us, -- and then moved on again.

Ten minutes afterward we met a hot, red-faced man plunging down the mountain, making mighty strides, swinging his alpenstock ahead of him, and taking a grip on the ground with its iron point to support these big strides. He stopped, fanned himself with his hat, swabbed the perspiration from his face and neck with a red handkerchief, panted a moment or two, and asked how far to Wäggis. I said three hours. He looked surprised, and said:

"Why, it seems as if I could toss a biscuit into the lake from here, it's so close by. Is that an inn, there?"

I said it was.

"Well," said he, "I can't stand another three hours, I've had enough today; I'll take a bed there."

I asked:

"Are we nearly to the top?"

"Nearly to the top?" Why, bless your soul, you haven't really started, yet."

I said we would put up at the inn, too. So we turned back and ordered a hot supper, and had quite a jolly evening of it with this Englishman.

The German landlady gave us neat rooms and nice beds, and when I and my agent turned in, it was with the resolution to be up early and make the utmost of our first Alpine sunrise. But of course we were dead tired, and slept like policemen; so when we awoke in the morning and ran to the window it was already too late, because it was half past eleven.

It was a sharp disappointment. However, we ordered breakfast and told the landlady to call the Englishman, but she said he was already up and off at daybreak, -- and swearing like mad about something or other. We could not find out what the matter was. He had asked the landlady the altitude of her place above the level of the lake, and she told him fourteen hundred and ninety-five feet. That was all that was said; then he lost his temper. He said that between , -- , -- , -- fools and guide-books, a man could acquire ignorance enough in twenty-four hours in a country like this to last him a year. Harris believed our boy had been loading him up with misinformation; and this was probably the case, for his epithet described that boy to a dot.

We got under way about the turn of noon, and pulled out for the summit again, with a fresh and vigorous step. When we had gone about two hundred yards, and stopped to rest, I glanced to the left while I was lighting my pipe, and in the distance detected a long worm of black smoke crawling lazily up the steep mountain. Of course that was the locomotive. We propped ourselves on our elbows at once, to gaze, for we had never seen a mountain railway yet. Presently we could make out the train. It seemed incredible that that thing should creep straight up a sharp slant like the roof of a house, -- but there it was, and it was doing that very miracle.

In the course of a couple hours we reached a fine breezy altitude where the little shepherd huts had big stones all over their roofs to hold them down to the earth when the great storms rage. The country was wild and rocky about here, but there were plenty of trees, plenty of moss, and grass.

Away off on the opposite shore of the lake we could see some villages, and now for the first time we could observe the real difference between their proportions and those of the giant mountains at whose feet they slept. When one is in one of those villages it seems spacious, and its houses seem high and not out of proportion to the mountain that overhands them, -- but from our altitude, what a change!

The mountains were bigger and grander than ever, as they stood there thinking their solemn thoughts with their heads in the drifting clouds, but the villages at their feet, -- when the painstaking eye could trace them up and find them, -- were so reduced, almost invisible, and lay so flat against the ground,
that the exactest simile I can devise is to compare them to ant-deposits of granulated dirt overshadowed by the huge bulk of a cathedral. The steamboats skimming along under the stupendous precipices were diminished by distance to the daintiest little toys, the sailboats and rowboats to shallops proper for fairies that keep house in the cups of lilies and ride to court on the backs of bumblebees.

Presently we came upon half a dozen sheep nibbling grass in the spray of a stream of clear water that sprang from a rock wall a hundred feet high, and all at once our ears were startled with a melodious "Lul ... l ... l l l llul-lul-lahee-o-o-o!" pealing joyously from a near but invisible source, and recognized that we were hearing for the first time the famous Alpine jodel in its own native wilds. And we recognized, also, that it was that sort of quaint commingling of baritone and falsetto which at home we call "Tyrolese warbling."

The jodeling (pronounced yodling, -- emphasis on the o) continued, and was very pleasant and inspiriting to hear. Now the jodeler appeared, -- a shepherd boy of sixteen, -- and in our gladness and gratitude we gave him a franc to jodel some more. So he jodeled and we listened. We moved on, presently, and he generously jodeled us out of sight. After about fifteen minutes we came across another shepherd boy who was jodeling, and gave him half a franc to keep it up. He also jodeled us out of sight. After that, we found a jodeler every ten minutes; we gave the first one eight cents, the second one six cents, the third one four, the fourth one a penny, contributed nothing to Nos. 5, 6, and 7, and during the remainder of the day hired the rest of the jodelers, at a franc apiece, not to jodel any more. There is somewhat too much of the jodeling in the Alps.

About the middle of the afternoon we passed through a prodigious natural gateway called the Felsenthor, formed by two enormous upright rocks, with a third lying across the top. There was a very attractive little hotel close by, but our energies were not conquered yet, so we went on.

Three hours afterward we came to the railway-track. It was planted straight up the mountain with the slant of a ladder that leans against a house, and it seemed to us that man would need good nerves who proposed to travel up it or down it either.

During the latter part of the afternoon we cooled our roasting interiors with ice-cold water from clear streams, the only really satisfying water we had tasted since we left home, for at the hotels on the continent they merely give you a tumbler of ice to soak your water in, and that only modifies its hotness, doesn't make it cold. Water can only be made cold enough for summer comfort by being prepared in a refrigerator or a closed ice-pitcher. Europeans say ice-water impairs digestion. How do they know? -- they never drink any.

At ten minutes past six we reached the Kaltbad station, where there is a spacious hotel with great verandas which command a majestic expanse of lake and mountain scenery. We were pretty well fagged out, now, but as we did not wish to miss the Alpine sunrise, we got through our dinner as quickly as possible and hurried off to bed. It was unspeakably comfortable to stretch our weary limbs between the cool, damp sheets. And how we did sleep! -- for there is no opiate like Alpine pedestrianism.

In the morning we both awoke and leaped out of bed at the same instant and ran and stripped aside the window-curtains; but we suffered a bitter disappointment again: it was already half past three in the afternoon.

We dressed sullenly and in ill spirits, each accusing the other of oversleeping. Harris said if we had brought the courier along, as we ought to have done, we should not have missed these sunrises. I said he knew very well that one of us would have to sit up and wake the courier; and I added that we were having trouble enough to take care of ourselves, on this climb, without having to take care of a courier besides.

During breakfast our spirits came up a little, since we found by this guide-book that in the hotels on the summit the tourist is not left to trust to luck for his sunrise, but is roused betimes by a man who goes through the halls with a great Alpine horn, blowing blasts that would raise the dead. And there was another consoling thing: the guide-book said that up there on the summit the guests did not wait to dress much, but seized a red bed blanket and sailed out arrayed like an Indian. This was good; this would be romantic; two hundred and fifty people grouped on the windy summit, with their hair flying and their red blankets flapping, in the solemn presence of the coming sun, would be a striking and memorable spectacle. So it was good luck, not ill luck, that we had missed those other sunrises.

We were informed by the guide-book that we were now 3,228 feet above the level of the lake, -- therefore full two-thirds of our journey had been accomplished. We got away at a quarter past four, P.M.; a hundred yards above the hotel the railway divided; one track went straight up the steep hill, the other one turned square off to the right, with a very slight grade. We took the latter, and followed it more than a mile, turned a rocky corner, and came in sight of a handsome new hotel. If we had gone on, we should have arrived at the summit, but Harris preferred to ask a lot of questions, -- as usual, of a man who didn't know anything, -- and he told us to go back and follow the other route. We did so. We could ill afford this loss of time.

We climbed and climbed; and we kept on climbing; we reached about forty summits, but there was always another one just ahead. It came on to rain, and it rained in dead earnest. We were soaked through and it was bitter cold. Next a smoky fog of clouds covered the whole region densely, and we took to the railway-ties to keep from getting lost. Sometimes we slopped along in a narrow path on the left-hand side of the track, but by and by when the fog blew as aside a little and we saw that we were treading the rampart of a precipice and that our left elbows were projecting over a perfectly boundless and bottomless vacancy, we gasped, and jumped for the ties again.

The night shut down, dark and drizzly and cold. About eight in the evening the fog lifted and showed us a well-worn path which led up a very steep rise to the left. We took it, and as soon as we had got far enough from the railway to render the finding it again an impossibility, the fog shut down on us once more.

We were in a bleak, unsheltered place, now, and had to trudge right along, in order to keep warm, though we rather expected to go over a precipice, sooner or later. About nine o'clock we made an important discovery, -- that we were not in any path. We groped around a while on our hands and knees, but we could not find it; so we sat down in the mud and the wet scant grass to wait. We were terrified into this by being suddenly confronted with a vast body which showed itself vaguely for an instant and in the next instant was smothered in the fog again. It was really the hotel we were after, monstrously magnified by the fog, but we took it for the face of a precipice, and decided not to try to claw up it.

We sat there an hour, with chattering teeth and quivering bodies, and quarreled over all sorts of trifles, but gave most of our attention to abusing each other for the stupidity of deserting the railway-track. We sat with our backs to the precipice, because what little wind there was came from that quarter. At some time or other the fog thinned a little; we did not know when, for we were facing the empty universe and the thinness could not show; but at last Harris happened to look around, and there stood a huge, dim, spectral hotel where the precipice had been. One could faintly discern the windows and chimneys, and a dull blur of lights. Our first emotion was deep, unutterable gratitude, our next was a foolish rage, born of the suspicion that possibly the hotel had been visible three-quarters of an hour while we sat there in those cold puddles quarreling.

Yes, it was the Rigi-Kulm hotel, -- the one that occupies the extreme summit, and whose remote little sparkle of lights we had often seen glinting high aloft among the stars from our balcony away down yonder in Lucerne. The crusty portier and the crusty clerks gave us the surly reception which their kind deal out in prosperous times, but by mollifying them with an extra display of obsequiousness and servility we finally got them to show us to the room which our boy had engaged for us.

We got into some dry clothing, and while our supper was preparing we loafed forsakenly through a couple of vast cavernous drawing-rooms, one of which had a stove in it. This stove was in a corner, and densely walled around with people. We could not get near the fire, so we moved at large in the artic spaces, among a multitude of people who sat silent, smileless, forlorn, and shivering, -- thinking what fools they were to come, perhaps. There were some Americans and some Germans, but one could see that the great majority were English.

We lounged into an apartment where there was a great crowd, to see what was going on. It was a memento-magazine. The tourists were eagerly buying all sorts and styles of paper-cutters, marked "Souvenir of the Rigi," with handles made of the little curved horn of the ostensible chamois; there were all manner of wooden goblets and such things, similarly marked. I was going to buy a paper-cutter, but I believed I could remember the cold comfort of the Rigi-Kulm without it, so I smothered the impulse.

Supper warmed us, and we went immediately to bed, -- but first, as Mr. Baedeker requests all tourists to call his attention to any errors which they may find in his guide-books, I dropped him a line to inform him he missed it by just about three days. I had previously informed him of his mistake about the distance from Allerheiligen to Oppenau, and had also informed the Ordnance Depart of the German government of the same error in the imperial maps. I will add, here, that I never got any answer to those letters, or any thanks from either of those sources; and, what is still more discourteous, these corrections have not been made, either in the maps or the guide-books. But I will write again when I get time, for my letters may have miscarried.

We curled up in the clammy beds, and went to sleep without rocking. We were so sodden with fatigue that we never stirred nor turned over till the blooming blasts of the Alpine horn aroused us. It may well be imagined that we did not lose any time. We snatched on a few odds and ends of clothing, cocooned ourselves in the proper red blankets, and plunged along the halls and out into the whistling wind bareheaded. We saw a tall wooden scaffolding on the very peak of the summit, a hundred yards away, and made for it. We rushed up the stairs to the top of this scaffolding, and stood there, above the vast outlying world, with hair flying and ruddy blankets waving and cracking in the fierce breeze.

"Fifteen minutes too late, at last!" said Harris, in a vexed voice. "The sun is clear above the horizon."

"No matter," I said, "it is a most magnificent spectacle, and we will see it do the rest of its rising anyway."

In a moment we were deeply absorbed in the marvel before us, and dead to everything else. The great cloud-barred disk of the sun stood just above a limitless expanse of tossing white-caps, -- so to speak, -- a billowy chaos of massy mountain domes and peaks draped in imperishable snow, and flooded with an opaline glory of changing and dissolving splendors, while through rifts in a black cloud-bank above the sun, radiating lances of diamond dust shot to the zenith. The cloven valleys of the lower world swam in a tinted mist which veiled the ruggedness of their crags and ribs and ragged forests, and turned all the forbidding region into a soft and rich and sensuous paradise.

We could not speak. We could hardly breathe. We could only gaze in drunken ecstasy and drink in it. Presently Harris exclaimed:

"Why, -- nation, it's going down!"

Perfectly true. We had missed the morning hornblow, and slept all day. This was stupefying.

Harris said:

"Look here, the sun isn't the spectacle, -- it's us, -- stacked up here on top of this gallows, in these idiotic blankets, and two hundred and fifty well-dressed men and women down here gawking up at us and not caring a straw whether the sun rises or sets, as long as they've got such a ridiculous spectacle as this to set down in their memorandum-books. They seem to be laughing their ribs loose, and there's one girl there at appears to be going all to pieces. I never saw such a man as you before. I think you are the very last possibility in the way of an ass."

"What have I done?" I answered, with heat.

"What have you done?" You've got up at half past seven o'clock in the evening to see the sun rise, that's what you've done."

"And have you done any better, I'd like to know? I've always used to get up with the lark, till I came under the petrifying influence of your turgid intellect."

"You used to get up with the lark, -- Oh, no doubt, -- you'll get up with the hangman one of these days. But you ought to be ashamed to be jawing here like this, in a red blanket, on a forty-foot scaffold on top of the Alps. And no end of people down here to boot; this isn't any place for an exhibition of temper."

And so the customary quarrel went on. When the sun was fairly down, we slipped back to the hotel in the charitable gloaming, and went to bed again. We had encountered the horn-blower on the way, and he had tried to collect compensation, not only for announcing the sunset, which we did see, but for the sunrise, which we had totally missed; but we said no, we only took our solar rations on the "European plan", -- pay for what you get. He promised to make us hear his horn in the morning, if we were alive.


External Links

  • www.rigi.ch
    Homepage of the Rigi train and Seilbahn company

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A link to interesting routes in English is

http://www.gruxa.ch/rigi.htm
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