![]() ![]() The path, which is marked out by little red and white flags painted on rocks, then begins to climb upwards at a sometimes alarming angle. ![]() There are also two little A-frame Swiss chalet-style houses parked, picture postcard perfect, at the far end of the lake and, unexpectedly, several cardboard cutouts of a cartoonishly irritated cow holding a placard which says: "Ich esse lieber grass tatt mull, danke." This translates as "I prefer eating grass instead of garbage, thank you" and is a polite injunction to take your rubbish with you instead of strewing it around the place like Christmas revellers at, say, Coogee beach. Not that there's anyone around to collect it. It's not the biggest of lakes but it does feature a little landing stage where rowing boats can be taken out for a "suggested" fee of 10 Swiss francs ($13) an hour. It's all a bit industrial to begin with, the stop seemingly undergoing an upgrade and as a result looking a bit like a building site dotted with machinery and equipment – not exactly the sort of plant I was hoping for – but then the road takes a right-hand turn away from the station and the shore of Lake Trub edges into view. ![]()
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