Peck's personal Web site
eventful, but in a quiet way
round the world some of them were trying in vain
to convince the rest of us that it would be a fun
idea to go bomb a lot of the folks down in Iraq, D. Peck and friends spent the
fall and winter hiding out in the safest place they could think of.
de Bière Devant direttissima
may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a
good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught
up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
February 2003: Prof. Pirri sets out from Grand Fuëy on the route principal
and stalks straight up through the forest bound for Mont de Bière Devant
by the most direct route possible, whatever awkwardnesses may lie between here
and there. He drags his photographer along with him.
appears to be sounding his trumpet to rally his followers, but in fact that's
only his water bottle. The trumpet is still in his 1960s-era backpack and won't
be brought out until later in the hike.
guide passes a very big karst hole in the forest floor and vows to be more careful
where he steps.
still early in our hike to Mont de Bière Devant on 16 February 2003, and
Dr Pirri has already fallen into a hole in the forest floor and almost shortened
in his assault up the heights of Bois de la Sauge in front of Mont de Bière
Devant, Prof. Pirri stumbles all over the forested slopes and thus shows his photographer
where to step safely.
hiking, Dr Pirri, for the most part, walks, but whenever a steep snowy slope appears
just ahead, something happens to him, and he lets out a whoop and dashes upward
in a snowy spring or leap, leaving his biographer way behind him.
a forest cunning that James Fenimore Cooper could have filled seven pages with
(all in one sentence), Mr Pirri blazes trail through the steep woods of the Bois
de la Sauge, en route for Mont Bière, 16 February 2003.
Pirri pauses at the top of the Bois de la Sauge, mainly to let his biographer
catch his breath.
farm at the top of Mont de Bière Devant, heavily tracked up by other funloving
skiers and snowshoers since the last good snow (a month earlier), seen from the
flagpole on the nominal summit, 16 February 2003.
the flagpole, looking back down towards Lake Geneva in the mist.
semi-aimlessly off the far side , Mr Peck looks wistfully back towards the top
and bids farewell, and then turns to pick his way carefully down the very steep
slopes, determined not to lose his footing
near the top of the cliffs and confident that Dr Pirri will do so.
We're ready to take the plunge.
a bad save near the bottom, and thirty meters has been got down more quickly than
would have been possible upright.
Pirri wanders down some icy snow daydreaming about god knows what.
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All rights reserved, all wrongs avenged. Posted 19 May 2003, revised 2 July 2007, 11 January 2014.