River walks

After church in Lucerne, we stopped at the bakery for a picnic and had lunch on the river. 

Chasing pigeons. 

Making out on the Lover's Bridge. Lucky for you those pictures did not come out. 

Laughing at the big ugly feet that swans have. They kick one big, black flipper up behind their backs and flap it around. Why?  I don't know. 

Then we went to my friend's favorite river from her childhood. We were looking for the trout restaurant that you can only get to by walking. 

We did not find the trout place, but we did find this awesome waterfall. 

The ivy grows down on curtains from the log. 

Wyatt wanted to swim, but this little beach was underwater. The current was a little scary to me. Those ripples were actually waves; that's how high the water was. Wyatt was afraid of the snakes and things that might be under the water. Tristan fished up a rusty nail, and that was the end of the swimming. 

This covered bridge was one of many bridges. 

Young farmers buzzed through on motorbikes. There are no dead ends in Switzerland. You think the trail is ending at someone's farm, but it keeps going. It is a lovely place for pedestrians. 

Even though our trail ended up underwater, we made it back in time for dinner. There was already an alternate trail worn into a pasture by the indefatiguable Swiss hikers.