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Sunday, August 31, 1997 was probably the best day of the year, comparable to August 16 of last year, when we had climbed Dom. The weather forecast for the weekend was good, and I had planned a trip to the mountains some time ago. However, I was unable to leave at the lovely time of 5:45 a.m. (as I should have) since we got home late the night before after a birthday party near Winterthur. So, I decided not to drive too far; the Wägital South of Lachen at the upper Lake Zurich looked like a good place to go. It had rained the night before, such that the air was crystal clear, with no clouds whatsoever. However, the meadows along the road were soaking wet.