Today was a day of training. I taught Lynn the lesson "don't forget to read the map"; a very important lesson. Starting with another hearty breakfast we rode the fun cable car in the drizzle into the high country then shot off down the trail posted clearly with "Grimentz", our destination for the day. For back-up we asked the worker at the station. After about an hour and half we came to end of the trail - ugh. After some considerable consideration, we turned around and began our return to the station. Then, after another half hour, don't ya know, we decided to look at the map. Well dang, the right trail went straight up the mountain from the station, and the trail we were on was clearly marked. Now we also observed that there was a trail less than half way back to the station that would take us to Grimentz, AND, it was shorter. We chose that one. As it turned out it was the short cut from hell-but a lot of fun.  The first 2 hours were extremely steep, often with a rope along the really steep parts to prevent you from falling to your death; or severe pain at the least. Well, as you may have surmised, we survived and have now enjoyed wandering the town, a fine dinner and a great sense of accomplishment. Another great day:)
P.S. my image as an uncanny navigator may be tainted beyond repair.