With some difficulty, I googled a suitable route for our purposes. We had to get to Sörenberg from the Lucerne side, meaning from the northeast, with a couple of transfers. The cable car cashier consulted with her colleague and her computer for a long time about our Tageskarte, trying to figure out if we'd get half-price tickets. Turned out we would, and we paid just 6 francs. The cheapest cable car ride of my life.
I showed her our trail leading to Blitzer Rothorn peak. The girl warned us that the rocks were dirty and slippery, and that we needed good shoes. Garik just waved it off: he’d hiked all the mountains in his regular sneakers during his last trip to Switzerland, so he was fine. I envy his stamina and agility. Another employee walked by and smiled: either at Garik's sneakers or at my colorful little pants. I don't mind. In my condition, the fact that I even got my act together and went on a hike is close to a miracle. And managing to buy the proper clothes on top of that is a near-impossible task nowadays. Good thing that over the years I've gotten even better at not giving a crap about non-critical things: my approach to everything now is basically MVP. Good boots are important, but you can just wear beach shorts, not that much depends on them. Of course, it’s hard and frustrating for me that for many people getting ready is a hundred times easier, and their health lets them party all night long and then head into the mountains. On the other hand, I appreciate that I can see such wonders, and that I can go on a hike on my own two feet at all.
Speaking of the latter, it started with walking through a dense herd of cows standing right on the road. These animals are usually non-aggressive, but sometimes incidents do happen. Like, recently a bull broke a hiker's leg. Some of the cows are so massive that even I felt a bit uneasy, although I'm generally not scared of animals at all.
Soon the road turned into an incredibly steep rocky and grassy trail with a grandiose view of the village. The fog gradually thickened until it almost entirely obscured all the magical panoramas. But the flock of sheep, ringing their bells in its dense gray clouds, was psychedelically mesmerizing. Walking got really tough, and V. and I were taking breaks constantly. Garik, meanwhile, was running in circles, looking for pretty rocks as souvenirs.
Ahead of us lay a narrow and scary little path along the top of the ridge with abysses on both sides.
