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Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

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After that little mishap, I keep hiking. I run into this old guy, Hans, who’s been living in Triesenberg forever. He’s telling me stories about the village. Apparently, back in the day, they used to have a cheese festival on the Kirchweg. I’m like, “Dude, where was my invite?”

Henry Triesenberg, Jr Obituary January 28, 2008