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February 2005 visit
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.
not fully recovered from hiking adventures in Switzerland in January but anxious
for a few more, Kristin has traveled back in February from the Land
of Ferocious Christian Rectitude to view some more of what the Jura has
the far end of the forest near Pré de Rolle, off the Marchairuz road, Kristin
passes a Swiss/Vaud government signpost that specifies which animals can be shot,
exactly when and exactly where, but not exactly why. In general, the sangliers
(warthogs) seem to come in for the worst of it. Humans are exempt.
prepares to turn out of the forest onto the Pré de Rolle, 23 February 2005,
an extremely cold day.
afternoon sunlight on the Pré de Rolle
the farm of Pré de Rolle, 23 February
back towards the Crêt de la Neuve in late afternoon
bit of impatience with slower members of the party, as dinner time approaches
at the end of the day.
Fruiteries of Nyon
stalwart snowshoers leave St Cergue, 26 February 2005, up a well-trodden path,
headed for the Fruitières de Nyon a few hundred meters higher in the Jura.
passing the farm of La Borsatte
A protracted plod
Pirri impels the party onward to the Fruiteries
Kristin follows, with lunch in mind
and Teny coming up on the Fruiteries of Nyon on a rare sunny day in February
Time for lunch.
now it's time to go back down. Dinner is waiting.
waiting for her chemical handwarmers to fire up inside those giant mittens.
a paroxysm of youthful exuberance, Kristin is sprinting up towards the top of
the hill just west of the Petites Chaumilles farm, 27 February 2005, in an invigorating
A number of startled deer or chamois lope past us somewhat higher up the hill.
group leader almost lost sight of the party's stragglers in the snow, and peers
down at us.
out at 1405 meters on a windy, snowy day in late February, Kristin and her sherpa
take stock of things and prepare to proceed.
descends through wonderful knee-easy soft powder towards the farm at Petites Chaumilles,
27 February 2005.
Jura farm in a snowstorm
front door, with a painting on it
horse was ready and saddled, but wouldn't move at all, however much we goaded.
Like Mark Twain's Riffelberg party sitting in single file on the
Gorner Glacier, anxious to get back to Zermatt and wondering when the glacier
pulls out of the station (A
We're probably going to have to walk
all the way back down.
somewhat frantically tries to pound some immediate action out of these American
Time to go
leads off back towards the car.
the route back across the "Plateforme" as the wind kicks up again. .
. . and there it's not. We'll just keep going in the same direction, we'll probably get there.
It's all instincts now.
strides across the Plateforme headed for the forest wherein our car
is frosting over quickly. With the cold wind behind us instead of in our faces,
Kristin urged haste and complained of getting "frostbutt".
reached the Marchairuz road (left), Kristin has merely to coast along to the car,
and then go back to the USA for a while.
and suggestions are welcome if positive, resented if negative, .
All rights reserved, all wrongs avenged. Posted 3 April 2005, revised 4 October 2008, 10 September 2014.