Lenette taught me how to type, as my handwriting drove her mad. While she enjoyed my discoveries and comments, she found it almost impossible to read left-handed scribbles.
So, she taught me typing, and, over time, I learned and could do my own typing. One problem solved. Then, our problem became travel arrangements and car rentals. That was because every other week, I headed to all points east and west for five days of work in towns close to each other.
Lenette decided to become a travel agent to care for my travel needs. Her new career allowed us to experience extraordinary adventures at reduced costs. She was an excellent travel agent, and we took full advantage of this as often as possible.
We traveled through most of Europe and purchased a Pop-Top VW there. We picked it up at the factory in Germany and used it to explore Europe for a month, camping the whole time and loving every minute of it.
Lenette and I agreed our favorite discovery was a little town in Switzerland called Mürren. It is a story worth retelling.
After parking near nightfall at the bottom of a mountain, we rode a Cog Rail about 5000 feet up in the rain. The little village at the end of the rail was dark, with only one light on its single street.
We walked with our backpacks to where the light was, hoping it was an inn. As we drew closer, we caught the wonderful smell of a hot meal. We were thrilled to find the small inn where we found a room and dinner.
The room was small, with a big bed and a blanket as thick as the bed. The window drapes were closed to the darkness and rain. We left them unopened and hit the sack, thankful for the Inn, meal, and the cloud-like bed.
When morning came, Lenette pulled the drapes aside, revealing the mountains, cloudy blue sky, and the 5000-foot drop to the valley and river below. The view straight down to the valley below was spectacular!
The village of Mürren was maybe 20 dwellings, and after a wonderful breakfast, we walked to the edge of town, surrounded by farms and high country and the sound of an Alpine horn. We were mesmerized.
We hiked about 5 miles down a steep trail past farms and farmers doing their thing. We found a river and hiked to what we learned were world-famous ski resorts—Mürren on one side of the valley and the ski resorts on the other.
We stayed for a few days and experienced an Alpine horn concert, the great mountains of the Swiss Alps, fantastic food, and generous people. Mürren was etched in our minds forever.