What Four Trips With My Daughter Didn’t Fix
We’re four years into this tradition: just me, my daughter, and the mountains above Grimselpass. The photos look like something out of a catalog—her small frame against the Bächlital, all wild and free. But every year, I wonder if I’m doing this for her or for me.
She’s older now. She asks harder questions, walks faster, sometimes wants to be alone. I keep waiting for a perfect moment—a breakthrough, a memory that will anchor us together. Instead, it’s just the slow, awkward work of being present. The mountain doesn’t care if we’re close. Sometimes, neither do we.
But we keep going. Maybe that’s the point.
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