The rhythm of life on the mountain pasture has not changed for centuries. In spring, as soon as the snow is gone, the animals go up. At the beginning of October, they go back down to the valley for the winter. In the past, however, there were neither paths nor roads. Everything was transported on foot. Dung was taken away with baskets, meadows were mown with a scythe, hay was tied into bales and carried into the barn.