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You will pass a large dam on your right, after which you'll enter a series of tunnels.


This is the first line of the directions we received from the owner of our chalet for the week.


As I mentioned in my earlier post, to the right, on the other side of the road's edge, was a cliff dropping down into the abyss... the fog was so thick and snow falling so heavy that all we saw below was white; if there was a dam somewhere in there, it would not be visible to us. Fortunately, we knew a little more - the satellite maps showed a lake. This would help us deduce the location of the dam; however, it could have been sitting anywhere along the next several kilometers of road. And the tunnels? They came up often.


After you exit the last tunnel, make a sharp left.


How we ended up hitting the correct turn is still a mystery but sharp was something of an understatement. Left actually meant almost all the way back. The turn was a narrow passage that was another winding road coming off the larger road we were already on and it led us, in an even more intense zigzag, up the side of the rock.


Some ways up you will pass several parking lots - yours is the one with a rope.


We eventually found the rope buried in the snow. The next clue was a better indicator.


Opposite that you'll see a path.


The further we went, and with every next line of instructions that we checked, we were more and more unsure that we were in the right place. But what choice did we have other than to keep going? At least until we were sure that we were in the wrong place.


The beginning of the path looked something like this... It was getting dark. And the snow was still pouring. The scene gave off a bit of an eerie vibe but... It was beautiful.

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About 25 metres in you'll see a fountain on the right. A few steps following that is your house. The key is under a board above the entrance. Enjoy your stay!


I led the way. I turned left when the path forked (because when you have no idea where to go - turn left, don't ask where I learned that) and two steps in I dropped into the snow. The powder was knee-high and I'll be honest, the fall hurt. But as I was slowly getting up, I heard ever-so-faint sounds of flowing water; the tiny 100-year-old fountain was just peaking out of the pile of snow to my right. I screamed in excitement. And ran ahead to find the door.


It was something like following a treasure map. But that made finding the cosiest wooden chalet in the middle of nowhere that much more thrilling and rewarding.


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