The day dawned bright and clear. I’d been sitting on the balcony of my Zermatt hotel since long before sunrise hoping that this would be the day I’d finally get to see the legendary Matterhorn — that epic, jagged tooth of a mountain that sits high above the small paradisiacal town. It had been hiding behind a wispy, swirling bank of clouds for the last three days, and with just moments to spare before my train departed, this was my final opportunity to catch an unhindered view.
As the sun rose over the eastern mountains it lit the Matterhorn up in a cascade of pinks, reds, and oranges. I snapped a few quick photos, then whipped up my backpack and spun my way down the hotel staircase and out the door. I picked up my pace on the cobbled, car-free streets of Zermatt. The Glacier Express, the most luxurious scenic train in Switzerland, was about to depart, and I was meant to be on it.
All photos are the author’s.