Lac de Joux Circuit

Tuesday 9 March 2021

The snowshoe team had to leave their equipment behind for this hike round Lac de Joux, hardly any white stuff was in evidence. Richard led us on a merry saunter clockwise round the lake from position 5 o’clock at Le Sentier. Attending too were Mervyn, Rob, Steve and Peter, with Michael Hempstead meeting at 10.30am at the 8 o’clock position. Peter (el coward) had previously decided that his feet would not sustain a 23 km jaunt and had left his car at Le Pont at the bottom (top if looking on a map) end of the Lac and had biked in the frozen dawn to the start at the top (bottom on map) to chain his bike at the carpark.

A bright and sunny but a little chilly morning saw the team springing passing Jaeger LeCoultre factory and on up the western side of the Lake in the reflected glare of the sun off the lake, frozen at the edge. Pup Rocco had given blood on time and Michael was thus on Swiss time to rendezvous and swing into gear for the amble down (or up) the lake. Politics, Royal Family squabbles, rugby, Scottish independence, Scottish dependence, Scotch, Scottish fish dispute (Sturgeon and Salmond), vaccines etc occupied our conversation and the views were inspirational too.

We encountered few folk, but one fellow advised us of a herd of chamois on the trail up ahead. Sure enough this was the same herd as seen last year and featured in the local press. They were clearly very used to hikers and we were allowed some close up shots.

A sunny slope out of the rising breeze looking out over the Lac above Le Pont catered for our lunch spot and after opening grappa (Richard’s not David’s) we were lubricated with Epesses, Fechy and (red) Fetzer, closed off with Lagavulin. A most pleasant picnic finally had to be ended and we set off again down to the bottom (top) of the lake. Peter then decided that as his feet were (oddly) uncomplaining and that perhaps he should wait to drive, that he would indeed continue and try and complete the circuit, and wistfully eyed his car as the peloton sped past it at Le Pont. Indeed we engaged in absorbing conversations along the speedy second leg of 11km back to the car, passing inter alia, Richard’s fine boats, lashed to a tree high above the water line. The final section of board walk above the marsh gave way to the start and end point with Michael having still another hour to go to his car at the 8 position – he said he would be OK if he kept moving. Peter donned his bike helmet and headed off back down (up) the lake in the chilling air to complete a double circuit to serve him right for cowardice.

A pleasant walk, not as hard as its 23km and 200m denivellation seemed to promise. A pleasant bike ride too. Thanks to Richard for Swiss-clock precision leading of this fine snow-shoe fill-in. The hiking group will now take over unless there is a substantial snowfall in the coming days in March… (it’s in the forecast folks..).

Apologies :- Mark W, Mark W, Thatcher, Drew, John.

Peter at Le Pont before his bike to the top (bottom) of the Lac. Note the frost…
View down (up) the Lac from where we met Michael
Opposite view at same point, the team taking coffee
Fine morning, fine views
More of the same
View across to L’Abbaye and a patch of snow !
Along the ridge in the forest
Long and short with Dent de Vaulion (a recent snow shoe summit) and Lac Brenet on the left
Team enjoying the sun. Richard Saynor, Mervyn Powell, Rob Pashley, Steve Long, Michael Hempstead
Chamois showing off
Lunch at Le Pont – slightly less sun than would have been ideal
Heading up (down) the final leg
Richard, proud captain, and his boats
Hike map with Peter’s heart rate by colour (not a lot..). I have two others for the bike legs (P). From my watch – not a Jaeger LeCoultre…

La Neuve – Snowshoes 23 Feb 21

Attending : Marks W and W, Richard, Steve, David, Peter.

Apologies : Rob, Drew, Mervyn, Philip (apologies for missing any)

According to Janet and Pam’s guidebook (with our experience in brackets):-

CRET DE LA NEUVE – Alt. 1494m


Difficulty :       Easy undulating walk along the top of the Jura
Map:                 Nyon-St Cergue, TopoRando 1:25,000

Height gain :    348m (450m)

Length :​ 10.5 kms​ (12.5 km)

Time :​             4hrs

Start/Finish :​ Col du Marchairuz, 1447m, where there is a hotel (shuttered)

Signposting :​ Good in parts –yellow diamonds and arrows (confusing)

Observations 

On a clear day (it was hazy) the Crêt de la Neuve has one of the most magnificent viewpoints in the Jura. There are three display panels (were useless to us) giving the names and heights of the alpine peaks on the horizon, starting from the Bernese Oberland on the left, the Mt.Blanc and the Dents du Midi ranges ahead, the mountains round Lake Annecy and finally the Chartreuse in the Savoie on the extreme right. Below is Lake Geneva (hardly discernible) in its entirety with Geneva and the jet d’eau clearly visible to the right. The flowers in late May are glorious. “(The February snow was marginal but it was worth taking the snow shoes).

Blog :-

A team of six started from the Col at 9.30 am on a bright and sunny day, albeit there was a haze reminiscent of Delhi on a clear day for Delhi. Peter had chosen the Cret de La Neuve after suggestion from Mark Wn and directions from Janet/Pam. There was in fact little choice left in the Swiss Jura after such a warm spell and in truth we held low expectation for snow, indeed some were loth to even carry snow shoes. Only Steve outlasted the day without using them (but he lugged them around). We saw only three other people all day and the trails were deserted in the fine weather. Underfoot the snow was spring and firm to soft, but plentiful and the going was steady with no ice.

Ignoring the ladies’ instructions (anticlockwise) we opted for a potential clockwise route albeit it did not quite turn out that way. After a pleasant two hour saunter following disconcerting and very fresh wolf tracks, we cut up the steep final slope (but not the mustard) to the summit, offering the gift of a bottle of water to the gods.

On the fore summit we were greeting by very friendly labrador “Milton”, the nefarious wolf, and his owner who had skinned up on skis. They soon both hared off leaving us the summit stone wall ring for our bar and picnic circle, safe from any remnant wolves. We could have been on an ocean liner in the mist with Swiss flag flapping very gently and the sun shining down above us. The views above the forest were very hazy.

The normal temperance meeting started with some aperos from Richard, mine was a Marc, before we move on to Luins and Fechy white. There followed some truly excellent grappa from David, and a fine but mysterious English whisky from the Watts’ collection, and also hot coffee therefrom. We toasted absent friends and Deborah Powell who was entering hospital that day for surgery. As per our rules, the lunch conversation was fulsome but private and will not be put on record. I believe we did solve a number of world problems as well as airing grievances while admitting blessings.

Richard had to get back home early to change ovens so he hoofed off leaving us to chew the fat a little more. Time to go and Steve did the honours and visited the summit cross for us. Peter then led the tribe back through the wilderness, turning unknowingly in the haziness of the lunch, in almost a circle, but oddly following the trail of a lone snow-shoer that could only be Richard.

We had found ourselves back on the incoming trail. There was nothing for it but to retrace our steps along the pleasant forest trail, following the trail of Richard. We made it back in the heat in time to match the guidebook, but having completed 450m deniv and 12.5 km. Not bad, memorable and enjoyable. Incredible weather for February.

Outward bound – Richard and Steve still carrying snow shoes

Steve and David sensing our luck

Down the long field
Lunch – general view
Chewing the fat
Steve and Richard. Notice good bar and fridge.
Steve flagging
But he garnered energy for the ascent to the summit cross
Look back hazily to the bar.
Descending but about to circle
Long flog home
Our circuit (with Peter’s heart rate colours). Lunch was at the gap by the red section lower left. We circled clockwise afterwards and rejoined the trail home, albeit a completely different route was intended. Too much English Whisky ? Also my watch stopped recording at the red mark on the road top right. We walked up the road for 500m to the Col de M.

Dent de Vaulion – Snow-Shoe Team – 11 Feb 2021

Attending : Marks W and W, Richard, David, Mervyn, Steve, Peter and new member Mike Hempstead.

The team of eight, or rather two teams of socially-distanced 4, assembled at the Pétra Felix parking some 2km past Mollendruz Col, on a cold and cloudy February day, under guidance of Richard mentored by Mark Wn. It indeed cold again with -7C expected so we had wrapped up for it. Our intended challenge was a 360 metre ascent of the Dent de Vaulion up a trail through the forest almost due north from the parking. Team 1 and Team 2 had not been assiduously delineated and we therefore took a fluid approach, as is our custom.

Richard had some trouble with his sticks. They were sticking and would not extend having iced up from a previous expedition. Richard employed the stuck stick under your vest technique – which seemed not to work. Hot (mint) tea may have worked on one, and I believe we discussed urine. A sharp thwack seemed to work finally on the other.

Very soon all but Steve donned snow shoes as we ascended gradually through the hoar-rimed trees. The snow was good and cold, but there was a slight wind in our faces and the sun was hidden. Exiting the (Schilliger snow-clad) forest the cloud thickened and the cold intensified. Before long, or rather behind Long (who finally donned snow-shoes before the summit ridge), we were soon at the summit itself and sorting to the main task, establishing the bar on a snowy bench by the summit beacon. Polish Slimowitz inside us we unanimously agreed to eat our lunch there and then standing around our excellent bar now festooned with wines from South Africa (Chenin Blanc) and Switzerland (Fechy and Luins), and other stronger potions. It was perhaps the coldest lunch on record, but we were warmed from within and by the spirit of the two virtual teams at arms length, there assembled as one. Absent friends were duly toasted. The sun was ghostly and never came through strongly, and the expected summit views were indeed terrible, or rather just cloudy. Many subjects were thoroughly chewed over including Brexit, COVID19, vaccines, rugby, the EU and the state of the world. And dogs.

All too soon, or perhaps not too late that we froze in place, it was time to leave our summit summit. Both teams opted for a direct descent along the same route and after Long we were back at the cars. Mervyn duly brought out some reviving glue-wein that he had been portering.

A memorable outing with a summit summit meeting in real winter conditions.

Photos : Watts, Saynor, Long, Taylor

Richard with a sticking stick
Exiting the forest and into cloud – Steve still on boots… Richard working on his second stuck stick
Tree with snow, and Peter at the forest edge
Through the white trees
David now loving the Jura
Mike in optimistic sun-hat, and Mervyn
Mark Wts cruising
Steve, now shod, and Mark Wn enjoying the white stuff
David heads for the summit exiting the white trees
Summit bench with unstuck sticks !
Summit bar
A quorum solves the world’s problems
Chenin blanc for starters
As much sun as we saw that day. Two girls in the background turned down offers of vino.

Snowshoes to the virtual bar on GMR

Mark Warren had chosen a splendid day for participants, 7 of us in all. The conditions were nye-on perfect. Cold, no wind, bright sun, deep powder and a fine hike in prospect up Grand Mt Rond (GMR) and back over petit.

Marks W and W, David, Richard, Steve, Mervyn and Peter attended with apologies from Drew, Rob and Philip.

We assembled and set off from the Col de la Faucille where every establishment and lift including the loos were shut up and boarded in this time of pandemic. Nevertheless there were quite a few folk out and about, including herds of tiny French tots on snow shoes, as well as many others on raquettes and back-country skiers, with a not un-small number of happy dogs (when he grows up next year Kobie is coming!). It wasn’t long before we were stepping gently up the forest trail in fir trees covered in sparkling powder and before long the tiny tots were left behind and we were out in the paradise of a Jura winter and into the glare of a fine sun.

It is fair to say that most of us reflected afterwards that this had been a best-ever and indeed magnificent temperance outing on snowshoes, certainly of recent times. This may have been due to short memories, or partly the fantastic conditions and views and partly due to the numbers of bottles of wine we consumed with social distancing on the top of GMR, accompanied by sandwiches, digestifs and coffee, all of which followed Richard’s Grappa surprise. We toasted absent friends, perhaps several times, as well as fraternising with a pair of Geneva old-timers who had somewhat absent-mindedly forgotten to bring alcohol to the summit. The only thing missing was a bar (to be remedied if we can find a lightweight portable one on the internet from China). Duly sated we flowed down the creamy thick, crystal powder of GMR and cruised across to the Petit Mt Rond amazed by the snow formations on the trees and cornices. After a full team photo shoot on a wooden bar (too small for our future use) we then slid back down the unpisted ski-run of PMR, some of us prostrated on poly-bags.

A truly memorable and staggering day. Thanks to Mark Warren for organising such a day of perfect conditions and raising the bar. Looking forward to many more. Onwards to vaccinations.

Starting off
Settling into our stride
We have all been here before

But not in quite such surreal conditions

Shadowland
Dream conditions, dream team
Red – good in photos
Summit party – about to start
We wandered over to the top in this photo before returning to open the bar, avoiding the cornice.
Gr-apperos, of mixed and dubious origin.. at the socially-distanced virtual bar.
View to the closed facilities over on PMR
Descending the cream
Richard snaps an icy pine comb
Ice sculpture and looking back to GMR
Iced trees
Steve surfs a giant wave – perhaps not realising it…
At PMR the temperance team contemplating a decent descent, and a successful and memorable day out in this time of pandemic. Quel raquette!

GIN Snowshoe – Jura 11 Jan 21

Leader Rob. Attending Richard, Mark Wn, Peter.

Brought forward to Monday in view of an impending snow storm Tuesday, Steve had to miss out because it was his last day of quarantine. Philip was recuperating and Mark Wts had a heating problem, so only four of us assembled in frigid temperatures (it was -11.5C at Marchairuz col) at the EauFroide (only -7C) parking at the start of the ski trail back to Givrine. It was bitterly cold, but there was not a cloud in the sky so we knew we would get the sun to warm us eventually. Crystals of snow glistened in the advancing light as we threaded through a powder maze of christmas trees trying to keep fingers and vital parts warm. The powder was impeccable and after the start we saw no others on snow shoes all day.

Lunch was taken on a small hill in the sunshine, along with some odd liquids including a cold alcoholic version of coffee, Scottish fluid and something Norwegian. This is as good as it gets! The return route included further denivellation and good trails through fine forest. The icing on the cake back at the cars was provided by Mark who poured us champagne taken with galette celebrating the start of the snow shoe season.

A memorable start to 2021. Looking forward to more of the same and a better year than last.

Cold start
We meet the sun
Here comes the sun
Forest
Traversing to lunch
Lunch hill
Hill 2

Starting back

Champagne and galette

GIN Raid on the Barillette

Friday 20 Nov 2020

A fine day for a rapid hike up the “secret” and secluded path from low (648m) down on the St Cergue Road, to the Barillette restaurant (closed in the pandemic) at 1447m. 800m then. No need for a picnic, this was to be a training “raid”.

Mervyn called off for a valid reason and Peter D is not available Fridays. All our French crew were locked down. Others were isolating. So a small band, Mark Watts, Rob, Steve and myself launched up the trail.

It was sunnyish but cool weather, with a fresh dusting of snow above 1100m that made the upper forest look like Schilligers before Xmas. We made it up in 1h 45m and down in 1h 20m. We were back home for an early lunch. It was good to feel the snow again and even better to sip some Scottish fluid at the high point. Now the secret is getting out, about this straight-up training trail – to try to get fit on. NB – sticks are useful.

Leaving the track for the forest path
The seat of the powder
Steepest section
At the high point (I had cleared several centimetres of powder from the seat).
At the high point 2.
Team starting the descent.

Hiking – 2.11.20 – La Dôle

A short hike to take advantage of the warmer weather and get the CH contingent out on the hill, sadly missing our French chums in their second lockdown.

A group of six assembled at La Givrine (1208m) to attempt an ascent of our local peak by a little-known route, via the Pointes de Fin Chateau and Poéle Chaud. Peter T’s luck held as he found the right combination of unmarked paths (to Paradise) up through remote woods to the ridge near the PdFC (1555m) emerging to sunlight and magnificent view. The clear air allowed views for miles and miles to far mountain horizons. We meandered up to the Pointe de Poéle Chaud (1628m) from where we spotted 5 chamois disporting themselves in the autumn light. A warm wind was blowing and Peter D was indeed brave to be up and about in his shorts (this is November !).

A traverse of the Col de Porte (1558m) allowed a final pull up to La Dôle (1677m) from which the view was even more magnificent. We sat out of the wind by the huge golf ball eating sandwiches and supping the necessary beer and wine; Mervyn excelled himself by carrying a bottle of Dôle to the summit of La Dôle with not a drop passing his lips – he is attempting to achieve a dry November. Chilled white was followed by warmer reds (the Dôle and a Montepulciano), a fine temperance hike for the rest of us – albeit the Scottish fluid was not in evidence. We raised a glass to absent friends.

After picking out distant peaks including the Matterhorn, we eventually gathered ourselves together for the relatively simple descent back down the ski run and forest trail to Couvaloup, then getting very close to the quiescent locked-down border, meandering in warming sun back to the cars at Givrine. An early return allowed time for chores, me to help with gardening and make a déchetterie run. Attending : David C, Mark Watts, Mervyn, Peter D and Peter T, Rob.

We reach the ridge and the sun.
View from the ridge to the Alps on or way up to the Pointe de Poéle Chaud. (Colledge)
And another

Looking back to the Col de Porte and the Pointe de Poéle Chaud from the Dôle ridge.

Doling out Dôle on La Dôle by dry Mervyn.
Usual shot
Surveying paradise
Essential kit for a serious temperance hike. (Powell).

Hiking – Tour of La Salève

Leader Mark Watts had proposed a challenging day – ascent by the Orbojet Cave, lunch at the Auberge des Montagnards at La Croisette, traverse of the Salève summit, descent by the Grand Gorge and return to Le Coin.

Refreshingly perfect weather saw 10 (Mark W and Mark W, Mervyn, Steve, David, Rob, Philip, Richard Wiley, Drew, and Peter T) of us assemble at 10am at Le Coin, minus Arthur, honorary member, who had apparently had to isolate after some of his family (or their contacts) tested positive for Covid. Next time Arthur.

We rose steadily up the switchback path, mildly damp in places from previous days, but with not yet many fallen leaves. Steve and I went ahead to research Le Coratterie, while the main team explored the Orbojet cave at leisure.

Spectacular views of the Alps and the valley of Geneva at the top were revitalising with not a cloud in sight and hardly a breath of wind. More revitalising were the beers and convivial lunch, beef, frites, quiches and tart myrtille. In view of the impending difficult and somewhat arduous descent of the Grand Gorge to come, perhaps as a nod to safety, little Scottish fluid was evident, albeit it could be found.

Setting off from the Auberge, although some missed recognising them, the main group encountered Pamela Harris and Alan Norton. Well met, Pam signed a couple of our guide books. On the summit plateau sleepy cows framed the Alps while large white sheepdogs jealously guarded a large flock of sheep and goats.

So to the bombe surprise, the Grand Gorge proved indeed a long, tiresome, steep and somewhat tricky descent, with endless slippy switchbacks. Eventually however remnant stragglers meandered safely back to Le Coin under swooping parapenters in glorious sunshine. Philip even got a ride in a Porsche. Between 700m and 800m deniv, and 14.5 to 17 km according to variants. A great day out which required hot bath followed by Scottish fluid or similar to effect a start to recovery. Merci Mark!

Orbojet explorers
Orbojet advance/variant party
Steve on the Coratterie variant
Steve and Geneva
Tart time
Tart 2
Tart 3
Not the Swiss flag…
Cow summit
Cow summit 2
Summit party with Mark Watts
Summit party with Richard Wiley
Starting the Grand Gorge descent – some roads lead to pain…
Parapente afternoon – looking back up. Shame we could not finish with a beer.

Hikers to Barillette 24 Sept 20

Steve recalibrated this hike after the weather forecast seemed to preclude Morgins and the higher hills. Instead he chose the Barillette attracting a further 9 of us who signed up for the promise of a good hike and the possibility of a tasty fondue. Initial attempts to find the right trail were frustrated by loggers and at one point we descended back 60m downhill on the trail of pain. Happily Steve found the trail to paradise and even the sun came out. About 1000m up and about 3 hours of gently toil saw us at the mast for reasonable views over the lake.

Lunch at the Barillette was indeed worth the hike and we shared the cheerful room with a group of Swiss trekking tennis players who included a Swiss horn player. After beer, wine and a fine fondue (for 80% of us), and some Scottish fluid, we were serenaded to some fine horn playing/wind music. Tarte maison, coffee slipped down well and we fell out into some wet weather, but actually it stopped pretty soon and we enjoyed a pleasant descent to the cars at Bonmont (albeit some Bonmont regulars did not recognise the Bonmont cycle road and attempted a repeat ascent). Attending Steve, David, Philip, Mark W and Mark W, Mervyn, Peter T, Richard, Rob and Thatcher. Apologies from Drew M and Peter D. Total up 1030m. Distance unknown to me. Just in time before really bad weather came in, including snow to 1200m predicted.

Sun comes out on the ascent
Approaching the summit
Three hour before the mast
Fondu full ahead
With Chasselas
The Schublig and chips end
Mark dips in
Horn corner concerto
Filming the horn
The Hornli Hut..
Mike Horn ?
Actually Pascal Loutan loutanp@gmail.com – Cor Des Alpes, Architecture, Atelier Proteger

Message from our leader.

Thanks for your patience as I considered the similar-looking roads to paradise or pain (and sometimes made the incorrect decision). However, we reached paradise (the Barillette restaurant) at the alloted hour and managed to avoid the pain of the real storm that hit later in the evening. We lost electricity for half an hour in the evening after one impressive lightening strike.
As you say, a memorable walk for the turn out, the restaurant, the alcoholic consumption and, of course, the alphorn playing.
Looking forward to reading the blog!
Regards to all,Stephen

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