Day 21, 22, 23: Well the US Air Force put a monkey wrench in my weekend plans, but at least the Swiss cows were friendly.

We spent another day in Basal and I stayed up until 1ish in the morning waiting on Grant to get there. I haven’t talked to him in over 13 years so we had a lot of catching up to do. He drove us out to the Alps the next day and when we got there we all took a gondola ride up the mountain. We made pasta at the hostel that night and were sitting down for a nice evening when Grant got a call from his CO and had to head back to his base in Germany. Bummer. I’m going to have to keep in touch. The next day we did a little hiking and I made friends with some nice Swiss cows. I really wanted an authentic Swiss cowbell for the Fly but I couldn’t find one. Sad day.