You never know what you might find at the end of a quick evening romp up to 2900 m.

As he is typing this Cranky is listening to the monks of St. Bernard chanting joyfully. They have been inhabiting this hospice at 2400 m for some 1000 years blessing the alpine environs with their community service. The plague, Napoleon, Hannibal’s troops including elephant, and the world wars have come and gone and still the monks are chanting and petting the thick fur of the St. Bernards.