Day number two in
We arrived back in Murren in the afternoon, and were on a mission to find some cows. It didn’t take us long, as a group of three were grazing right off of the main road. We were a bit timid at first, as one of the cows didn’t seem to take a liking to me. After a while, I think it just wanted me to feed it. They turned into puddy in our hands. We crossed off one of our must dos, and that was to feed cows in the Alps. This was a great opportunity for pictures too, as this pasture overlooked the valley below. While we had been preoccupied with the cows, it seemed as large amount of people had been walking down a path right by us. Turns out, this was a well-known base jumping spot. We followed the trail and found a cliff that made me almost wet my pants. There are two jumping points, and it turns out the more dangerous had just claimed a life several days before our arrival. It didn’t seem to faze any of the jumpers that day, but why would it? We talked with some and watched their jumps. It was pretty fascinating to see them flirt with death and their love for the adrenaline rush.
Ready, Steady, Spaghetti.