GIN Hikers – May 12th 2022

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils

Two days after the official ending of the winter GIN season with an excellent buffet lunch at Mervyn and Deborah’s in glorious sunshine, the GIN Hikers were sufficiently recovered from the alcoholic and gastronomic excesses to attempt an ascent of the Dôle. The weather had remained amazingly warm and sunny for this early in the year and our leader, Mark2Ts, taking over the reins from the absent PeterT, promised us a hike of about 15kms and 700m climb with lunch amongst the wild daffodils. His earlier reconnoitre had identified the exact spot at Sonnailley where he wanted to lead the 9 keen GIN Hikers for a picnic lunch with refreshments.

The group consisted of Mark2Ts, Mervyn, Mark2Rs, David, PeterD, Andrew, Rob (re-armed and poles in his rucksack), Nicolas and Stephen. The latter being the last to arrive at the new La Givrine car park, albeit exactly at the designated hour, but late enough not to park near coaches which had chosen to disgorge their mass of  day-outing school children exactly the same spot as the other parked GIN Hikers. We were delighted to welcome Nicolas to the hikers, it always being a pleasure to have new discussions and opinions to add to the usual banter. After a brief uncertainty as to whether we had all of the signed up group, our leader lead us rapidly away from the mêlée, across the fields in the direction of the Cuvaloup restaurant. For some unexplained reason, there was no outcry at the lack of a stop for an early coffee and we transitioned to the uphill part of the hike in the direction of the Dôle. Ski pistes originate from the top of the lift and in summer the grass pistes lead upward to the same. As for winter, there is a choice of difficulty and steepness. Inevitably, there are always those individuals who wish to prove themselves and opt for the more challenging routes. The GIN Hikers are no exception and a breakaway group of 3 didn’t follow the leader (who admittedly was some way behind) and chose the fast track to the top. On the way up, we passed an amazing display of daffodils, covering the hillside and dwarfing the crocus challengers. If this was a foretaste of the luncheon spot, we were in for an excellent day.

The party regrouped at the top, admiring the vista from the Dôle, even though a little haze blurred the distant Alps and a chill breezed rapidly cooled the sweat from the ascent.

From here we could see the downhill direction to the promised Wordsworth worthy golden daffodil fields and the signage promised that we would be there in 40 minutes, an ideal timing for lunch. The path was stony and uneven and separated again the group, based on foolhardiness or comfort.

At the subsequent regrouping point, the leader’s judgement was put in doubt as we were surrounded by fields of golden buttercups. Could his ability to identify flowers need perfecting? We pressed on, passing an earlier meeting point on the Swiss/French border during early COVID times where a glass was shared over a forbidden border. From here we followed a road to the plains and indeed more flowers, including the much heralded daffodils, gentians as well as the occasional orchid. Some could say that the daffodils were past their peak but that would be unkind as our leader had fulfilled his promise.

Lunch was well up to expectations with samplings of fermented products of varying strengths from several countries aiding the digestion and enhancing the conversation. Have the Irish election results increased or decreased the likelihood of Scottish independence? This story has further to run although the main proposer admitted a disillusionment to UK politics (don’t we all?). Golfers also thought that there was a business potential for a new course at Sonnailley….plenty of fairway for any wayward shots. Talking of shots, unfortunately, there will be an absence of Absinthe at future outings as Paul’s long lasting bottle has finally poured its last drop….just as we were starting to enjoy its subtle pleasures.

The saunter back to La Givrine passed uphill through a wood where the track had been blocked in several places by fallen trees.

We were soon back in the open and found ourselves back descending the pistes and arriving back at the Cuvaloup. This time there was no doubt that a stop was in order and a sizeable order of the amber fluid was made.

There was a gentle stroll back to the Givrine car park where for the first time of the day our leader was actually ahead…..the crowd like sheep having followed the front runners on a longer path.

Another truly enjoyable outing at our back door on the Jura. How lucky we are.