Dwight Peck's personal website
de Moinsel and La Dunanche, 2008
winter that began with good snow and then lost its concentration -- and then found
snow's been crap since New Year's, we gave up hope, and at the end of March, just
before the swimmingpools were opening for the summer, God got beneficent.
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.
four-day Easter weekend of big snowstorms, and something's wrong with my car --
that's not important, forget about that -- suffice it that we've departed on foot
from Bassins village, whilst privately celebrating the Easter holiness
each in our own way, and now we're plodding up the Chemin Magnin forestry road
into the Gorges de Moinsel with a light heart and an irrelevant conscience.
passed over the steepest parts of the gorge, we are persisting up a forestry track
between steep-sided alternatives.
Cute little nests for somebody
track leads us through cliffs riddled with caves and holes, called the "Tanné
à l'Ours", something fanciful about the Bears.
Pirri digs his mittens out but finds that he's got only one, can't decide which
hand to put it on, and stows it away again.
of this snow is new this weekend, and the springtime creeks are still running
Pirri seeking the continuation of the path
Pirri rejoining the continuation of the path
features along the way, with trees growing out of them
sun is retiring, but we're still heading uphill. Dr Pirri is rushing us along
here, to get home before classes start tomorrow.
Pirri pausing to take an important telephone call
Pirri, after another important telephone call, rejoins our hike again.
Past the farm of La Dunanche, about 17:00 (5 p.m.) on 23 March 2008
placing bets on how long it will take us to get back down to the village.
Pirri hurries us along.
Dunanche, just after 5 p.m. in late March 2008
the Fuji zoom on.
again, as we get out of the chilly wind and back into the forest, the Bois
Pirri continues to hasten.
moment of concern, as I can't remember what I did with the car keys. Luckily,
we don't have the car today.
by La Chaumette farm.
we're back at my house, as the twilight deepens, and Joe goes home to Nyon to
prepare his classes for tomorrow.
You have done well.
Home, then. Home.
lines from Virgil's Eclogues or Georgics reassure us at the end of nearly every
We love those reassuring lines so much that we don't care if, in the
original, they were addressed to goats.
and suggestions are welcome if positive, resented if negative, .
All rights reserved, all wrongs avenged. Posted 23 March 2008, revised 18 August 2014.