Welcome to Wander We Go. I’m Alex.
I write about life in Zürich, travels throughout Europe, and musings on both.
A night at a mountain hut in Switzerland is always a memorable experience, but staying at one in the winter feels extra special. After the freezing night sets in, no one ventures outside, and the hut becomes a snug little refuge, bustling and lively, but also somehow intimate and calm. It's such a wintry, cozy atmosphere. Summer huts have their charm, but winter huts? In the Swiss Alps? Pretty magical.
2025 was a year of pushing boundaries—some successful, some less so. It started with a skiing disaster that left Raunaq with a torn ACL and ended with me confidently calling myself a hiking consultant without apologizing for it. In between, I explored ice caves inside a glacier, spent a nerve-wracking night alone in a snow-buried mountain hut, watched my parents step into my Swiss life for two precious weeks, and stood among 20,000 people at a turnip lantern parade (yes, really).
One of the best parts of running this blog has been connecting with fellow hikers and mountain lovers who are discovering their own corners of the Alps. Today, I'm thrilled to share a guest post from a reader who was inspired by some of our ski resort reviews and wanted to return the favor with their own insider guide to Scuol—a gem in the Lower Engadin that doesn't always get the attention it deserves.
I recognize that I'm over the top about this. Maybe it's hard to understand if you haven't seen them in person. But I've had people tell me: What's the big deal? It's just a bunch of yellow trees. And well, you know how people say they wouldn't trust someone who doesn't like dogs? I don't trust people who don't get excited when they see a golden larch. Like, what - you can't appreciate something beautiful? You can look at a tree that is neon yellow, a color so impossibly vivid it shouldn't occur in nature but it somehow does - and not be moved? What about an entire forest of these electric trees? You can see that and not be overwhelmed? No. You simply have to feel something.
