Today, I did it like Mark Twain: "Climbing the Rigi". Unlike the great author, I enjoyed perfect weather and blue sky high ABOVE, the endless sea of thick grey fog!
Whilst climing the ramps of Mt Rigi in 1878, Mark Twain on the other hand, suddenly found himself straying IN thick fog. Its very entertaining to read that he completely lost his way and couldn't make it safe to the Hotel on top of the mountain. Finally, he decided to camp in the shelter of a vertical rock face, wrapped in nothing but his coat. He woke up with first rays of sunshine, gazing into one of the most beautiful sunrises he ever saw - only to find out that "the rock face" he was leaning against was nothing else than the wall of the long searched Hotel Rigi ...
Btw: you can find Twains adventure of climbing Mt Rigi in his little booklet with the same title "Climbing the Rigi").