You 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.
5 January 2013, a bright and chilly day, and Kristin's tightening up her snowshoes near the Marchairuz road at the Prè de Rolle.
Mont Blanc and the French Alps over Lake Geneva (Lac Léman)
We're ready. Let's go.
The farm of Pré de Rolle -- the pastures in the Swiss mountains are owned by the villages down below and leased to farmer families on century-long terms; the town of Rolle is on the shores of Lake Geneva far below us.
The day's is beginning to warm up.
The ridge of the Swiss Jura and a range of huge cliffs part the way along it
Good snow as the afternoon advances
A cowshed and the cliffs under the ridge
Another hole in the ground
A big hole in the ground, in fact
The little blue signs affirms that this big hole is a legally protected gouffre or cavern.
Kristin near the low, far end of the Pré de Rolle
At the far end of the pastures, a quick look up into the forest
Dr Pirri and I dashed up that hill last week, and our tracks are still visible.
The informal red dots around suggest that this road has been traveled before, but it was new to us at the time.
We're returning at the end of the day by a more roundabout route through the forest.
Forest whigmaleeries
The start up the long meadows to the road
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