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The Cornfield Range is located at Vliehors on the island of Vlieland in the northwestern part of the country. The range is used for air gunnery, unguided rockets and bombing practise with both practise and live ammunitions, the only one in the Netherlands where this is possible. ( and still, I think it is a shame in this beautiful nature area) .
Live bombing is restricted to the period between 15 September and 28 February.
On 4 November 2013 the control tower of the Cornfield NATO aircraft gunnery range on Vlieland, the Netherlands got accidentally hit by about 17 projectiles during an air-to-ground strafing exercise by a F-16
The two occupants of the tower got away unharmed.
Submitted: 15/04/2020
Accepted: 18/04/2020
I am always amazed at how these guys, so beautiful and graceful in flight, are so damned ugly up close. Gotta be descended from dinosaurs.
San Francisco, California.
Les acrobates se défoulent....
Quand les écureuils se poursuivent ils vont vite même très vite...
J'ai été surpris par leur arrivée soudaine sur l'arbre d'à côté, ils ont surgit de nulle part, je les avais à contre jour et pas les bons réglages, ils ont fait le tour de l'arbre à quatre reprise avant de s'évanouir à nouveau dans la forêt, je les ai mitraillé comme je pouvais en espérant réussir au moins un ou deux clichés, voilà le résultat......
The acrobats let off steam ....
When squirrels chase each other they go fast even very fast ...
I was surprised by their sudden arrival on the tree next door, they appeared out of nowhere, I had them against the light and not the right settings, they went around the tree four times before to faint again in the forest, I strafed them as best I could, hoping to get at least one or two shots, that's the result ......
An A-10C Thunderbolt II from the 107th Fighter Squadron "Red Devils" performs a strafing run at Range 2 on the Barry M. Goldwater Range during Hawgsmoke 2016.
From Luftfartsmuset i Bodø.
The Gladiator pilots of the Norwegian Jagevingen (fighter flight)[33] were based at Fornebu Airport. On 9 April, the first day of the invasion of Norway, the seven serviceable aircraft managed to shoot down five German aircraft: two Messerschmitt Bf 110 fighters, two He 111 bombers and one Fallschirmjäger-laden Ju 52 transport. One Gladiator was shot down during the air battle by the future experte Helmut Lent, while two were strafed and destroyed while refueling and rearming at Fornebu airport. The remaining four operational fighters were ordered to land wherever they could away from the base. The Gladiators landed on frozen lakes around Oslo and were abandoned by their pilots, then wrecked by souvenir-hunting civilians.
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This F-5E flies through the Axalp Ebenfluh after making a strafing pass during the morning practice of the 2006 Fliegerdemonstration.
This jet appears to be carrying a Fliegerstaffel 11 badge. Not sure if that's a legacy of a former life (Fliegerstaffel 11 traded its F-5s for F/A-18s in 1999) or if it had just been zapped?
“Three weeks? Oh no, we don’t do that! Nine or ten days at most is enough for us. We’d never stay that long.”
Quite why this woman felt the need to question the length of our holiday in such admonishing tones was a question that hung tentatively in the air across the desk between us. That she’d obviously been earwigging the conversation between us and the hotel receptionist was another one that nobody seemed to have an answer to. Why do people so often seem to feel the need to impose their own values on you? I mean, we weren’t doing anything wrong that either of us were aware of. Apart from checking in at the same time as a busybody with an agenda that was. It’s not as if we were hatching plans to kidnap puppies, or hotwire the neighbour’s Vauxhall Viva while he’d gone to dominoes night at The Plume, was it? As far as we know, it is entirely legal to choose the length of your own holiday and go for three weeks if you so desire. Or even three months. Or three days if that’s what floats your boat. We smiled, nodded and hoped we wouldn’t bump into her or her husband for the remainder of the nine or ten days at most that they had booked themselves in for.
Apart from that, it was good to be back in this part of the world. Catalunya and the Balearics. Before we retired, we used to take just two weeks - because three was out of the question as far as work was concerned - in Majorca every summer. We often went in spring as well. It was like a second home for us. For many years we hoped it would become a first home in fact, but a lot of barriers seem to have put themselves in the way of that particular ambition. We loved exploring different corners of the island, finding spots that the likes of Mr and Mrs Noseyparker were never likely to discover, swimming and snorkelling in the gentle warm Mediterranean. It was a place where we were completely happy and knew exactly where we were going for those two precious August weeks. The journey home to the dreaded September silly season, otherwise known as the start of the autumn term, was always an especially low moment in the annual cycle of events. And from there things only ever seemed to get worse.
Then 2020 arrived and the world closed down for a couple of years. By the time things started to return to normal, we were no longer straitjacketed by the academic year planners. We could go away whenever we wanted. And “whenever we wanted” wasn’t in the middle of summer when prices were sky high and everyone else was on holiday too. Now we could take our holidays when the rest of the world was working or in school - well except for us and the couple who seemed to think that we should be on our way home by next Friday at the very latest. Head for the sun at bargain prices at the start of October and things are far more peaceful in these southern latitudes than they ever were in August. And now we were finally back in the Balearics. But instead of our old stomping ground, we’d decided to have a look at the quieter and smaller neighbour to the east. Neither of us had ever been to Menorca before, but we’d heard good things.
We could see the similarities almost immediately. The scented green pine forests and the baked red earth were so friendly and familiar. The curious balls of soft vegetation on the beaches that we’ve only ever seen on these islands. Unyielding white limestone walls flanking narrow roads, the edges as sharp as dragons’ teeth. Conversations in the local Catalan dialect rather than Spanish. Road signs leading the way to the “platja,” rather than the “playa.” We could easily be back on the island where we’d spent so many summers, but there were subtle differences too. There was a compactness that we liked, and even though the main road across the island was mostly a single carriageway in either direction, it soon became apparent that it wouldn’t take that long to get to wherever we wanted to go. And then there was that wild section of coastline to the north, mostly visited only by the hikers who were on the Cami de Cavalls, the long distance trail that circumnavigates the island.
The very first outing was a wild one too for that matter, as the tail end of a mainland storm strafed the top half of the island. White tops on the water at Cala Pregonda. It was a good job that I’d brought the camera bag then.
From Luftfartsmuset i Bodø.
The Gladiator pilots of the Norwegian Jagevingen (fighter flight)[33] were based at Fornebu Airport. On 9 April, the first day of the invasion of Norway, the seven serviceable aircraft managed to shoot down five German aircraft: two Messerschmitt Bf 110 fighters, two He 111 bombers and one Fallschirmjäger-laden Ju 52 transport. One Gladiator was shot down during the air battle by the future experte Helmut Lent, while two were strafed and destroyed while refueling and rearming at Fornebu airport. The remaining four operational fighters were ordered to land wherever they could away from the base. The Gladiators landed on frozen lakes around Oslo and were abandoned by their pilots, then wrecked by souvenir-hunting civilians.
Les acrobates se défoulent....
Quand les écureuils se poursuivent ils vont vite même très vite...
J'ai été surpris par leur arrivée soudaine sur l'arbre d'à côté, ils ont surgit de nulle part, je les avais à contre jour et pas les bons réglages, ils ont fait le tour de l'arbre à quatre reprise avant de s'évanouir à nouveau dans la forêt, je les ai mitraillé comme je pouvais en espérant réussir au moins un ou deux clichés, voilà le résultat......
The acrobats let off steam ....
When squirrels chase each other they go fast even very fast ...
I was surprised by their sudden arrival on the tree next door, they appeared out of nowhere, I had them against the light and not the right settings, they went around the tree four times before to faint again in the forest, I strafed them as best I could, hoping to get at least one or two shots, that's the result ......
A pilot from the 47th Fighter Squadron makes a low-angle strafe run at the Barry M. Goldwater Range during the Hawgsmoke 2016 gunnery competition. The 47th, which as the winner of Hawgsmoke 2014 hosted this year's competition, once again took the honor of 'Top Attack Team."
For more on Hawgsmoke 2016, check out my article on it in the September 2016 issue of AirForces Monthly: shop.keypublishing.com/issue/View/issue/AFM342
Lately at the pelican school. The student has to explain himself: "It really wasn't me, Professor!" but the professor doesn't believe him. And the schoolmaster (top right) watches angrily already thinking about the possible punishment
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Neulich in der Pelikan-Schule. Der Schüler rechtfertigt sich: "Das war ich ehrlich nicht, Herr Lehrer!", aber der glaubt ihm kein Wort. Und die Schulleiterin guckt schon mal ganz böse (oben rechts) und denkt sich vermutlich schon die mögliche Strafe aus
😄
I've never quite understood what that means ...
anyways, our local beach was very popular this last weekend. We usually avoid it then but it was getting to be the golden hour and I had seen that Miss Baker was out so we went for a wee visit. Most of the families were leaving when we drove in, hauling their chairs, tents, umbrellas, kids, dogs, mother-in-laws, back to the car, looking quite done in. But there were many that were sticking around for the sunset show. The water was warmish as the daytime temperature had been 30 C., so there were people paddling and swimming. And the sky was glorious, strafed and scribbled with cloud ribbons, I couldn't stop clicking :)
song - Pachelbel's Canon in D performed by Kassia
"That is the earth, he thought. Not a globe thousands of kilometers around, but a forest with a shining lake, a house hidden at the crest of a hill, high in the trees, a grassy slope leading upwards from the water, fish leaping and birds strafing to take the bugs that lived at the border between water and sky. Earth was the constant noise of crickets, and winds, and birds"
― Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
The title is taken from a Star Trek episode where rocks come to life. Season 1, Episode 25, 1967
This scene left me wondering if the rocks enjoy a colorful sunset like the rest of us. In other words, I was ascribing human qualities to inanimate objects. With this narrative in mind, it was easy to compose the image. The rocks were given the best view of Vancouver Island and the hovering cloud.
Nature knows how to mix colors and compliment a scene. The yellow and blue are diametric opposites that look great together. And, the large dark area from the rocks, sits in opposition to the thin layer of whitish cloud, strafing the mountains. Nature does it all so very well.
I was quite surprised to see Mom leave her two Owlets behind this morning when she flew to a nearby tree, but then who could blame her for taking a brief break from the kids. Ever vigilant from her perch about thirty yards away, Mom was enjoying the warmth of the morning sun until the usual band of crows arrived and began their strafing runs. Sensing the owlets fear, Mom quickly returned to her sentry duties.
In a nest, in a cavity, in a tree, in the woods, in Northern, VA
It was great to see this male Heron busy on his mission of nest building on Saturday afternoon. As the sun started setting behind me this male begun strafing runs parallel to my position on the hunt for building materials which he would deposit in front of his lady (who was out of view unfortunately). Once he was satisfied she had done her installation job efficiently and to his liking he would take off again in search of more materials. So begins the next generation!
Strafing for humans is the practice of attacking ground targets from low-flying aircraft
Strafing for owl's is the practice of attacking ground targets with low flying talons
Exhibit 'A' above
(Low level 30mm Gatling gun live-fire strafing run) Fairchild A-10C Thunderbolt II USAF 81-0939 354th FS "Bulldogs" 355th FW Davis-Monthan AFB @ Barry M. Goldwater USAF Gunnery Range, AZ
The photographic action, shared by several of these people in the scene, is what made me decide to take my own photo. I saw it as an opportunity to combine a street scene with a panorama that was a little wider than usual, allowing to identify the quays of Saint-Jean-de-Luz (France).
"Same Bat time, same Bat channel." This phrase was said at the end of every tv show on the original Batman series. Now it is often used to refer to an occurrence that has an identical time table as a previous one. Interesting how some expressions get started only to become part of our everyday phraseology. I say this because today's post is the same time and place (channel) as yesterday's post.
Take for example the decades old phrase, "the hole 9 yards". Many wonder why it is not 10 yards, thinking the phrase is from football. Rather, it has nothing to do with football and everything to do with the length of ammunition in the wing of a WWII Spitfire. While strafing the enemy, pilots would say, "give him the hole 9 yards."
RAF Holbeach Lincolnshire The Wash
RAF Holbeach has facilities for scoring strafing runs. The strafing targets are a number of three-metre square net with an orange bullseye made by weaving plastic strips through the chicken-wire net. The Strafe Scoring detects the X-Y position of the projectile from the acoustic signature of the supersonic shock wave. This result is sent by radio to the control tower, where it is displayed to the Air Traffic Controller for relaying to the pilot. The range also has semi-automatic bomb and rocket scoring systems.
Shot of a Swiss AF F/A-18 cresting the Wildgärst after a strafing run on the Axalp firing range.
The speed with which they come at you makes it quite challenging to get a well framed and focused shot. It's also a valid excuse to return to Axalp, to hone one's skills ;)
Low level 20mm cannon live-fire strafing run @ 450 knots: General Dynamics F-16C Fighting Falcon, s/n 97-0113 (Block 52 Dorsal Spine), Singapore AF 425th FS "Black Widows", Luke AFB, AZ @ Barry M. Goldwater USAF Gunnery Range, Gila Bend, AZ
Caught this Snowy riding the rails and while not the most natural of settings, I like the wing set. Hoping for more encounters with these lovely creatures in the weeks to come.
Maryland Shore
Chimney Swift strafing a pond's surface for flying insects..
Speed and an irregular flight pattern make these energetic creatures almost impossible to photograph in flight. Still, they are great fun to watch as they dip and turn while chasing prey.
Common migrant and Summer resident.
The theme for week 42 is "Inspired by a famous photographer"
I've chosen Eadweard Muybridge. Muybridge's photographs revolutionised the understanding of motion and subsequently motion pictures. Hugely influential and fun to emulate. My camera takes 20fps at full speed so I had to remove over 50% of the frames from this sequence. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eadweard_Muybridge
My "assistant" Minnow the Lurcher was not terribly popular as she frightened various little dogs by performing her 40mph fly-by on them. Apparently this was mistaken as a "strafing run" rather than a friendly "air display"
My second B&W edit in two days, of course the background is not original ... just in case you wondered :o)
Built at Castle Bromwich, Spitfire LFIX MK356 was allocated to the newly-formed 443 ‘Hornet’ Squadron, Royal Canadian Air Force at RAF Digby, Lincolnshire, in March 1944. MK356 soon moved with 144 Wing to Holmsley, near Bournemouth, then to Westhampnett (now Goodwood) and later to Ford in Sussex. On 14 April 1944 ‘MK’ flew its first operational mission as part of a ‘Rodeo’ fighter sweep over occupied France, piloted by 20-year-old Canadian, Flying Officer ‘Gord’ Ockenden, who flew 19 ‘ops’ in the aircraft. Fg Off Gordon Ockenden
From then on, MK356 was involved in fighter sweeps and in attacking ground targets by dive bombing and strafing in the lead-up to the ‘D-Day’ invasion and in support of the landings and fierce fighting afterwards. In 60 days of furious flying and fighting, ‘MK’ flew 60 operational sorties, was damaged by enemy fire on three occasions and suffered three ‘wheels-up’ landings. On D-Day+1 (7 June 1944) during a beachhead cover patrol in MK356, ‘Gord’ Ockenden’s flight engaged four ME Bf 109Gs “on the deck”. He fired at one of the ‘109’s and saw his rounds hitting the enemy aircraft. His wingman finished it off and each pilot was credited with a half share of the kill. On 14 June 1944 the aircraft’s third ‘wheels-up’ landing of the war ended its short but intense operational life, as the next day the Squadron moved to airfield ‘B-3’ in France and ‘MK’ was left behind to be collected and stored by a maintenance unit.
(Low level 30mm Gatling gun strafing run) Fairchild A-10C Thunderbolt II USAF 81-0939 354th FS "Bulldogs" 355th FW Davis-Monthan AFB @ Barry M. Goldwater USAF Gunnery Range, AZ
Ospreys on the bayou typically clean their talons and beak by strafing the water after finishing off a meal but this bird must have OCD since it was washing up before it even started looking for breakfast.
Low level GAU-8 30mm Gatling gun live-fire strafing pass: Fairchild A-10C Thunderbolt II, USAF 80-0146, 357th FS "Dragons", Davis-Monthan AFB, AZ @ Barry M. Goldwater USAF Gunnery Range, Gila Bend, AZ
Schweiz / Berner Oberland - Blüemlisalp
Wildi Frau (centre left) and Ufem Stock (centre right) seen from Oeschinen Lake
Wilde Frau (Mitte links) und Ufem Stock (Mitte rechts) gesehen vom Oeschinensee
The Blüemlisalp is a massif of the Bernese Alps, in the territory of the municipalities of Kandersteg and Reichenbach im Kandertal.
Its main peaks are:
Blüemlisalphorn (3,660 m)
Wyssi Frau (3,648 m) 46°29′35″N 7°47′0″E
Morgenhorn (3,620 m) 46°29′46″N 7°47′28″E
Oeschinenhorn (3,486 m)
The entire massif is contained within the canton of Bern, as it lies north of the main crest and water divide of the Bernese Alps. To the west, it is connected with the Doldenhorn group via the Fründenhorn; to the east, it is continued by the Gspaltenhorn. To the south, it is connected to the main crest by the Tschingel Pass.
Ascent is from the Blüemlisalphütte (2,840 m), over the glacier, past the Wildi Frau (3,274 m)
Geography
The Blüemlisalp forms a ridge of great height, cut away in precipices on the southeast side, surmounted by four principal peaks, in the following order, reckoning from east to west: Morgenhorn (3,620 m), Wyssi Frau (3,648 m), the Blüemlisalphorn (3,660 m) and the Oeschinenhorn (3,486 m). To the southwest of the last peak, and between it and the Doldenhorn, is a minor summit — the Fründenhorn (3,368 m). In front of the main ridge, as seen from the northwest, e. g. from the Dündenhorn, are seen three minor peaks which project as steep islets of rock from the great glacier-fields that cover that side of the mountain. These are the Wildi Frau (3,274 m), the Ufem Stock (3,222 m), and the Blümlisalp Rothhorn (3,297 m).
The two main feeders of the Blüemlisalp Glacier (German: Blüemlisalpgletscher) flow downwards through the openings between the three last-named summits, but a short branch from the ice-stream that descends between the Wildi Frau and the Ufem Stock turns to the north, and flows into the head of the Kiental.
First ascent
The highest peak was ascended in 1860 by Leslie Stephen, accompanied by R. Liveing and J.K. Stone, with Melchior Anderegg and Pierre Simond of Argentière as guides. Starting from the chalets of the Oeschinenalp at 2 a.m., they reached the ridge near the Dündengrat at 4.15. Then mounting over snowfields, and the glacier lying between the Wilde Frau and the Ufem Stock, they passed behind, or south, of the latter summit, and gained the depression between the Blüemlisalp Rothhorn and the highest peak at 6 a.m. They finally reached the top 2 hours laters, Stephen wrote:
"We reached the top at 8 a.m., and had a grand view down the cliffs to the Tschingel Glacier, as well as a very fine view over the Swiss plains, and a general panorama resembling that from the Altels, returning easily to Kandersteg by 2 p.m."
(Wikipedia)
The Wildi Frau (Swiss German, literally meaning the Wild Woman) is a mountain of the Bernese Alps, overlooking the Hohtürli Pass in the Bernese Oberland. It lies between the valleys of Kandersteg and Kiental, north of the Blüemlisalp. It lies 60 km to the southwest of the capital, Bern. Its highest point is at 3,274 m (10,741 ft) above the sea level. The width on its base is 0.65 km.
The terrain around the Wildi Frau is mainly rocky. The nearest peak is the Wyssi Frau, at 3,648 m above the sea level, 1.4 km at the south of the Wildi Frau. The nearest community is Frutigen, 13.6 km at the northwest of Wildi Frau.
The area around the Wildi Frau is permanently covered with ice and snow and very sparsely populated, with 6 inhabitants per square kilometer.
(Wikipedia)
Die Blüemlisalp, manchmal auch Blümlisalp geschrieben, ist ein stark vergletschertes Bergmassiv der Berner Alpen in der Schweiz.
Geographie
Der Bergstock trägt von West nach Ost mit
dem Oeschinenhorn (3486 m ü. M.)
dem Blüemlisalphorn (3660 m ü. M.)
der Wyssi Frau (»Weisse Frau«, 3648 m ü. M.)
dem Morgehorn (»Morgenhorn«, 3620 m ü. M.)
vier ausgeprägte Gipfel, deren Verbindungsgrat oft überschritten wird (ausgeprägte Wechten). Diesen Hauptgipfeln sind auf der Nordseite mit dem Blüemlisalp-Rothorn (3297 m), dem Stock (»Ufem Stock«, 3222 m) und der Wildi Frau (»Wilde Frau«, 3274 m) drei weitere Gipfel vorgelagert. Während die Nordseite durch Firnfelder dominiert wird, die von weither aus dem Schweizer Mittelland und bei klarer Sicht selbst von den höheren Gipfeln des Schwarzwaldes aus sichtbar sind, fällt die Südflanke in steilen Felswänden auf den rund 1000 m tiefer liegenden Kanderfirn ab.
Die Blüemlisalp liegt ganz auf Berner Boden und ist dem Hauptkamm der Berner Alpen, der weiter südlich über das Balmhorn zieht, nördlich vorgelagert. Weiter westlich hängt das Massiv über das Fründenhorn mit der Doldenhorngruppe zusammen. Im Osten folgt jenseits des Einschnitts der Gamchilücke das Gspaltenhorn im Gratverlauf.
Die grossen Firn- und Gletscherfelder der Blüemlisalp-Nordseite fliessen über den Blüemlisalpgletscher ab, der über den Oeschinensee in die Kander entwässert. Im Südosten des Berges liegt der Kanderfirn, aus dessen Alpetligletscher genannter Zunge die Kander im oberen Gasterental entspringt. Im Nordosten befindet sich der Gamchigletscher, dessen Wasser via Gamchibach, Gornerewasser und Chiene (Kiental) ebenfalls in die Kander fliesst.
Alpinistisches
Erstbesteigung: Der Gipfel des Blüemlisalphorns wurde am 27. August 1860 durch Melchior Anderegg (Führer), Robert Liveing, Fritz Ogi (Führer), P. Simond (Führer), Leslie Stephen und J. K. Stone erstmals betreten.
Der heutige Normalanstieg führt von der Blüemlisalphütte (2834 m) des Schweizer Alpen-Clubs (SAC) zunächst in südlicher Richtung über den östlichen Arm des Blüemlisalpgletschers gegen die Nordhänge von Morgenhorn und Weisser Frau. Zwischen Stock und Weisser Frau wendet man sich nach Südwesten und steigt etwas in die Firnmulde unterhalb der Blüemlisalphorn-Nordwand ab. Jenseits der Mulde wird der Rothornsattel in einem steileren Eisanstieg erreicht. Vom Sattel steigt man den anfangs felsigen und nicht leichten Nord-West-Grat hinan (abwärts geschichtete Platten, oft bei Vereisung heikel, Sicherungsstangen vorhanden). Im oberen Teil folgt man dem hier schneebedeckten Grat bis zum Gipfel (Gipfelwechte nicht betreten!). Ca. 5 Stunden von der Blüemlisalphütte. Der Weiterweg über die Weisse Frau zum Morgenhorn (Blüemlisalp-Überschreitung zurück zur Blüemlisalphütte) stellt nochmals deutlich höhere Anforderungen und ist nur versierten Alpinisten anzuraten.
In der 450 m hohen eisgepanzerten Blüemlisalphorn-Nordwand wechseln sich bis zu 70° steile Passagen mit flacheren Wegstücken ab. Die Wand weist eine mittlere Steilheit von etwa 45° auf. Die Schwierigkeiten hängen stark von den Eisverhältnissen ab. Die Blüemlisalphorn-Nordwand wurde am 1. Juli 1924 von Willy Richardet, Walter Amstutz und Hermann Salvisberg erstmals durchstiegen.
Die Anstiege von der Südseite führen durch eher brüchigen Fels und sind daher von untergeordneter alpinistischer Bedeutung.
Von Kandersteg im Kandertal führt eine Höhenwanderung am Oeschinensee vorbei zum Pass Hohtürli, und weiter über die Sefinenfurgge ins Sefinental. Dabei passiert man die Zunge des Blüemlisalpgletschers und den wilden Gamchikessel. Knapp über der Passhöhe von Hohtürli bietet sich die Blüemlisalphütte als hochalpiner Stützpunkt an. Die Hütte kann auch aus dem nördlich gelegenen Kiental erreicht werden.
Sage
An den Namen «Blüemlisalp» erinnert in mehreren Varianten eine Sage, in der menschlicher Hochmut schlimme Folgen hat:
Früher soll die Blüemlisalp eine der besten und ertragreichsten Alpen weit und breit gewesen sein und der Senn, der sie bewirtschaftete, wurde von Jahr zu Jahr reicher und reicher. Eines Tages holte er sich eine junge, hochmütige Magd ins Haus. Damit ihre Füsse nicht schmutzig wurden, baute der Senn ihr aus Käselaiben einen Weg ums Haus, füllte die Fugen mit Butter und wusch jeden Morgen mit frischer Milch den Dreck von den Stufen. Die Mutter des Sennen hörte von diesem Tun und stieg auf die Alp, um ihren Sohn von seinem Tun abzubringen. Müde und durstig erreichte sie die Hütte. Aber der Bursche lachte die Mutter nur aus, und auf Geheiss seiner Geliebten reichte er ihr eine Schale mit verdorbener Milch. Empört erhob sich die Mutter und sprach einen Fluch aus: "Gott strafe euch, ihr Frevler! Der Berg soll euch mit Eis bedecken und du und deine Kathrin und deine Herde sollen für immer darunter begraben werden!" Dann nahm sie ihren Stab und stieg ins Tal zurück. Kaum hatte sie die Alp verlassen, türmten sich schwarze Wolken um den Berg und ein dumpfes Grollen war zu hören. Mächtige Fels- und Eisbrocken stürzten von den Gipfeln hinunter auf die Alp und bedeckten Mensch und Tier. Von nun an blieb die Blüemlisalp weiss und kalt, und noch heute soll man in klaren Nächten die Schreie des sündigen Sohnes und das panische Brüllen der Kühe hören.
Vermischtes
In seiner Kurzgeschichte Winterkrieg in Tibet beschreibt Friedrich Dürrenmatt die Blüemlisalp als grossen Bunker, wo die Schweizer Abgeordneten ungestört ihre Tätigkeit fortsetzen können, während vor der Tür Weltkrieg herrscht.
Die Blüemlisalp wird im Hit Alperose von Polo Hofer besungen.
Nach der Blüemlisalp sind der Schaufelraddampfer Blümlisalp auf dem Thunersee und die Thuner Sektion des Schweizer Alpen-Clubs SAC benannt.
Seit 2004 findet der Blüemlisalp-Lauf statt, ein 10-Meilen-Berglauf mit 720 m Höhendifferenz.
(Wikipedia)