I am writing this from the perspective of a person who is absolutely terrified of heights so let…read morethat sink in as you're reading through.
The drive through the winter countryside in this region is enough of a reason to visit the mountain itself. When you finally arrive at its base, you can see the weather station at its peak, ready to greet you!
You purchase your ticket (ouch, Switzerland) and wait to board a harrowing tram car, which is perfectly well-suited to well-behaved children and yet leaves me to tremble with a highly amused local by my side. 5 minutes roll by slowly, fear is overpowered by absolute marvel at the vast expanse of space between the tram car and the wide earth below.
Then, you've arrived, comfortably indoors on solid ground, but unready for the view that lies ahead. So, when you push the doors open into the bustling wind, you're nearly breathless and you wonder how small you are, amongst such ancient peaks.
You might enjoy a latte macchiato and fight for a table with a good view in the café, you might wander the small museum. You'll certainly dash out onto the platforms and slip on ice and take polaroid pictures. You'll embrace the people you're with, either out of need for warmth or a reality check that what you're seeing is really there. You'll be astounded at how meaningless film will seem, as compared to the colors and lines burning into your brain right now.
Maybe you'll wait so long the sun begins to set and you're there to see it. Then, synchronously, you'll descend, as slowly and gently as you rose, feeling as light as the brave black birds with bright yellow beaks that glide on the icy wind around you.
Switzerland has a wonderfully quiet and simple way of being beautiful. The Säntis is no exception, and I'm damned afraid of heights.