»On our leisurely walk through meadows and woods to St. Gallen ... We climb over electric fences and end up in a deep ravine. ... Finally we reach the summit of the »Solitüde«, an 872-meter high hill with a nice view over St. Gallen. Longingly I fix my eagle eye on an inn a little way down below, but Robert won't hear of it. We hike onward to St. Gallen.« (Walk on September 30, p. 127–128)