Horu Drop

Seeking the deep, restorative sleep of the marmot, a weary man stole their secret herb but consumed it with human greed, falling into a coma that lasted all winter and ruining him– a grim lesson that nature’s secrets cannot be forced, only respected

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The legend of Lichbrittern (“the Corpse-Ribs”) tells of a horrifying, ancient battle fought between the Piedmontese and the Valaisans on a high, desolate plateau near the Matterjoch. The battle was so fiercely murderous that the countless casualties could not be buried.

Deep in the Zmutt Valley, a shadowy bear-like monster terrorized the shepherds, its eyes glowing red with malice. When weapons failed, a brave farmer offered a lamb not in fear, but as a free gift of peace. This act of pure generosity broke the curse, revealing the beast to be a lost human soul.

​On the   high pasture of Aroleid, a mother’s momentary lapse turned into eternal sorrow when a giant vulture, the “Ari,” swooped down from the blue. It snatched her sleeping infant, leaving behind only a fluttering white cloth and a silence broken by her cries.

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On July 14, 1865, triumph turned to tragedy moments after the first conquest of the Matterhorn. As the climbers descended, a slip and a snapped rope sent four men plunging into the abyss. Three survivors were left with dark question: was it a weak rope or a desperate cut?

Beneath the ice of the Theodul Pass lies a lost, idyllic village from a golden age when the High Alps were warm and green. When a deathly white storm came, a blind old man warned villagers to flee. The proud village was swallowed by the glacier, preserved forever in a tomb of blue ice.

Before   history began, a colossal rock wall blocked the sky where the Matterhorn now stands. The clumsy giant Gargantua, stepping over the Alps to satisfy his curiosity, stumbled and crashed through the range with earth-shattering force, ultimately forming the mighty Matterhorn (“Horu”).

High   above the clouds lies a hidden sanctuary where eternal spring reigns and animals live in holy peace, safe from human hunters. Once visible to all, this “Garden Eden” of the Alps was veiled from human sight after greedy men stole sacred Arven nuts instead of honoring the gift.