Today we gained more understanding why they call them Funiculars. We zoomed up the Funicular into the high country allowing us to hike much higher than we would have. We were above the timber line walking among the open meadows spotted with flower color and the occasional granite. The trails turned into dirt roads then back to trails well sign posted so no fear getting lost. I kept telling Lynn about my uncanny sense of direction but she still doesn't believe me. The views were of the 5 crowns (5 magnificent peaks at the head of the valley,) as well as down into the valley itself. Truly spectacular stuff. These high open mountains are laced with ski parafinalia; lifts, chalets, signs, etc. We were conflicted about it; without the funicular we wouldn't  be there, however they were a bit of an eye sore. Sadly, no critters were seen except a one distant marmot scurrying into his burrow - and LOTS of cowpies!  What a wonderful day:)