I spent the whole day doing the round-trip, reaching the peak via cable car and hiking various cliff-edge paths and tunnels. The highlight of my day was listening to a group of Americans discussing the varying quality of french fries they'd encountered during their trip to Europe, referring to it as 'the cuisine'.
After guzzling the biggest Bratwurst I'd ever seen, I caught the cogwheel train down the other side of the mountain to a ferry waiting at the bottom. By the time we chugged across Vierwaldstättersee lake to Lucerne, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was low, which made photography pretty tricky but ultimately rewarding.
This is spectacularly beautiful part of the world, that seems to fill my heart at every corner. My photos can never really do it justice.
After half an hour or so, windswept and sunburned, I dismbarked the ferry and caught a bus back to Kriens, where my trusty Triumph Bonneville was waiting.