Opened my outdoor climbing season. We slept on the Bettmeralp. Surrounded by snow. Each day we went downhill with the cableway to find ourselfs in deepest summer and sweating our butts off… Quite a weird feeling. But it was awesome. I can’t say for sure, but I think I made some progress. If not in rock climbing the for sure in understanding the dialect of the Valaisians. By the way: they make a hell of sourdough bread. It’s heavy, but delicious.