41 years ago, at 6 years old, I climbed across a glacier holding onto my grandmother’s hand to reach the Forno Hut. It is located in a stunning little corner of the Swiss Alps known as the Engadine region. Since then, I have been hanging on a 6-year old’s memories of sleeping in a bunk room with strangers and having to cross a wide expanse of granite in the middle of the night, again holding my grandmother’s hand, to go pee in the outhouse perched above the hut. Last week, after 41 years, with my 10-year old son and husband in tow, I made good on my dream of making it back to the Forno. Read more >
