This is a delightful walk in Russin in the Canton of Geneva that we last did four years ago. We did about 4.5 km of it with a height difference of some 80 metres.
Nine people, Anthony Barrow, John Burley, Philip Jenkins, Mike Müller and Nessie, Robert O’Riordan, Richard Saynor, Paul Sochaczewski, Nicolas Ulmer and Mark Warren duly met in the Vignoble Dorée at 10:00 where coffees were drunk and pains au chocolat eaten. Unfortunately, the weather had not been listening to the forecast so the rain expected at midday had already started. This caused a problem for one of our members who had become so used to the dry weather that he had no rain gear and took the prudent decision to remain in the bar.
The rest of us set off down the steep hill, over the level crossing and down to the banks of the Rhône which was flowing strongly. It was generally thought that this was due to snow/glacier melt. A black woodpecker was seen, and heard, flying across the river to perch on a tree. We then visited successively the teppes or gravel pits, each with their own hides. Our bird spotters’ sightings included seven swans a swmming (interestingly two of the cygnets were white – the “Polish” variety), coots, mallards, a cormorant and red-crested pochards.
Seven swans-a-swimming………and one lonely cormorant!
Bypassing the mouth of the Allondon, we took the direct route back up the hill which required negotiating works and cement lorries related to the maintenance of the railway bridge over the Allondon.
And so to the restaurant where we were joined by Norman Eatough, who with our latest recruit Anthony had the game menu (selle de chevreuil), which looked excellent. The menu du jour was also very good and cheaper!
GIN 240 club zip line and lunch Col de La Faucille 5 August 2026
Back in the depths of winter, we were snowshoeing past the zip line departure point at the Col de La Faucille on our way to the Grand Montrond. Someone had the idea that as three of us (Mark 2tts, Mervyn and Richard) were going to have our eightieth birthdays this year, it would be fun, and a bit of a challenge, to leap into the unknown and take the zip down to Mijoux. We thought it would be something that perhaps some of the members of the hiking, biking and golfing groups that we are most involved with might be interested in doing too. Maybe half a dozen of us?! Well, there was a surprising response from members and their families and initially, twenty five brave souls signed up for the zip and lunch afterwards and thirteen more just for the lunch.
We had originally intended to have lunch at the Florimont restaurant, but as they are closed on Wednesday lunchtimes, we decided to eat at La Petite Chaumière which was just over 100 metres away from the zip. This proved to be fortuitous as such a large group of jumpers could not be accommodated in the morning slots, so we had to split the take-offs pre- and post-prandial. The restaurant needed menu choices so, after a certain amount of badgering, completed lists of entreés, mains and desserts were provided to them. Unfortunately, there were subsequently a few cancellations due to various health and other issues, so we finished up with 19 zippers and a total of 31 lunchers.
Someone had to do the accounting
Despite earlier gloomy weather forecasts, on the day the sun was shining and the whole Col area was buzzing with people. There are so many activities up there – zip line, luge d’été, mini golf, accrobranche, etc, as well as good old-fashioned hiking and mountain biking. Everybody turned up at their appointed times and the early birds made their way to the departure point. Here they were weighed and measured before being fitted with full harnesses, very fetching hairnets, and helmets. They also had to carry the attachments for the zip line which were quite heavy as can be seen in the photos.
Queuing up for equipment Those clamps were heavyThe Long Walk
The screams (hopefully of delight) started to be heard at 11.30 as the first pair were belted up by the very efficient young men in charge and sent off into the void! The zip is purported to be the steepest in France descending 313 metres over a distance of 905 metres. Various combinations of legs and arms flailing could be observed from the platform and explanations offered as to why one of each pair went faster than the other. Obviously, nothing to do with the extra weight of the winner, more likely whoever was more streamlined!
Bill and Rosie looking happyThumbs up, Richard WOff you go, RosieI promise you it’s safe, sirRalph is readyIt’s now or never
All five initial double departures were completed safely and everyone returned to the Col by the pendular shuttles which were provided in good time for lunch. Three large tables had been set for us in our private corner of the restaurant and as regrettably, no table plan had been prepared, it was decided that each table would contain one member of the “240” club. The three of us had offered to cover the costs of all drinks consumed at the lunch, but the normal GIN hiking alcohol consumption amounts were quite restrained, possibly due to the presence of our female partners!
The middle tableGolden oldies tableThis table had some youth at least
We were served the three quite acceptable courses and towards the end, Mervyn suggested that we sing the very aptly-named “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay” from the 1946 Disney film “Song of the South”. And as you know, 1946 was an exceptionally famous vintage year! There were several refrains sung and we earned rapturous applause from many of the fellow diners in the restaurant!
Time rushed on and it was time to say goodbye to some, settle the bill and leave for the zip line again for the rest of us. There was quite a large group of people awaiting being “saddled up”, but the kind gentleman there gave our group priority despite our arrival for 14.30 being a bit “juste”. Nine of us were subjected to the same indignities as our predecessors and made our way along the long ramp to the take-off.
Mark, daughter Gemma and granddaughters Lucy and EmilyThose harnesses don’t leave much to the imagination!Getting some air under my wingsMike coming in to landPeter saying his prayers
Peter was the last to leave and went down solo. We were already eight ready to take the shuttle back – nine was not an option, so Mark offered to wait to travel back with Peter who would have been left on his own. Unfortunately, the intractable driver insisted that we be eight – not seven – in the van, but there was a beer waiting for Peter when he finally got back to the Col.
Judging by everybody’s reactions, it was a successful event with no injuries or repercussions following the lunch!
We were reminded of what a great association GIN is as it celebrates its 20-year anniversary. Fortunately, we had Mike Price with us for lunch, one of the original 20 or so members. The membership list now shows 94 Gintlemen, so we are doing OK. Most of us are in our seventh, eighth and ninth decades and looking around the restaurant, what a pretty healthy-looking group we are, helped undoubtedly by the physical and mental activities of the association!
Here’s the list of participants:
Thanks to all for coming and we missed our friends who couldn’t make it.
With no volunteers to lead this walk, the walk coordinator proposed a straightforward and enjoyable walk around the lac de Divonne. 3.2kms were thus walked by Brian Allardyce, Richard Saynor and Mark Warren. The only downside was that the coffee shop didn’t open until 11:00 and we finished our walk at 10:15 – so no coffee.
Looking through the GIN blogs, it seems that the Grand Mont Rond (GMR) ascent on snowshoes has become a biennial (as opposed to a bi-annual) event, so as appointed SLeader, I thought we should continue the tradition. Nine of us signed up, Peter (+Kobie), Mervyn, Stephen, Nathan, David, Ralph, Philip, Marks 2rrs and myself. Unfortunately, Mark had to pull out at the last moment suffering from a heavy cold. Regrets and kind wishes were sent by several others with an eclectic range of excuses.
Ready for the off
The main group of Vaudois set off from Divonne, whilst the Gessiens (Ralph, Philip and me) made our own ways directly up to the Col. At the car park, Kobie was as usual complaining about the length of time it took these (not so young) Gintlemen to don their snow shoes, but eventually we set off at around 10.15 taking the back road behind the ski lifts and past the zip line that some of us are planning to attempt in the summer. We passed a guy who had obviously been waiting all night and then turned left to take the path up through the forest.
New GIN member
It’s a steady climb up and we were pleased to be wearing snow shoes, but it was a bit disconcerting to see a couple of younger guys speeding past us just wearing boots.
We reached the first ski run and at this point Philip, who had also been suffering from a cold, decided sadly, that enough was enough, so he elected to part company with us and return to his car.
On the ski piste
The remaining seven of us continued under sunny skies but cold temps towards the GMR before becoming disconcerted again by the sight of a group of about 15 youngsters coming towards us, mostly girls and just wearing shorts.
On the way up
We made steady progress up to the summit where there were surprisingly many people. This was a Thursday and one wonders how many were “working from home”! There was swirling cloud but in between we had some fine views across the Alps and the Jura. A strong wind forced us to find some lee and inevitably, bottles and snacks appeared. Stephen produced an alcohol-free wine that was not universally appreciated by those who tried it, but Peter had his trusty bottle of Luins which was! The GIN bottle containing Red Bull vodka also made an appearance and was partaken by some brave souls.
Let’s have a drink now
Looking southwards
The descent from the GMR was not always clear and at one point, some of us had to backtrack when we reached something of a precipice. We all arrived safely at the central valley where there was masses of virgin snow.
Descending gingerlyAs Louis A would have said “what a wonderful world”We wos ‘ere!
The climb up the other side was led by Peter and Kobie who chose the right hand route close to the falaise facing the Alps. There is an alternative way to the left which is easier, but our route was more challenging, resulting at one point with at least three of us choosing to slide down one particularly steep slope on our bottoms. We continued on the undulating trail towards the PMR, but shortly beforehand there was a minor mutiny when it was suggested that we go down to the main station for lunch instead of the self service at the top. Captain Bligh, aka SLeader, reasoned that the views were much better from above so we pressed on with no punitive action necessary!
Good viewpoint
At the restaurant, we found an empty corner table with a great panorama and enjoyed well-earned beers courtesy of Ralph, for which many thanks. Although we had only hiked about six kilometres and climbed 440 metres, it was felt by some of us at least, that we had had a decent workout. Staple fare was consumed, steaks, sausages, lasagne, pasta, etc, and it was time to head down. Mervyn, Peter and Kobie decided that telecabines are for wimps so they opted to walk back to the car park whilst the rest of us gratefully sailed down past them in relative comfort.
The weather and snow conditions turned out to be above expectations, the company was, as usual, superb and everyone arrived home safely.
Four of us had signed up to play our usual round on Monday 8th December, but like many Mondays this Autumn, the course was closed due to water logging. However, we and nine others did meet at noon that day to enjoy our end of season lunch at the Manchette golf club. It was such a pleasure to see a few members who although they are on the list of players, have been unable to swing their clubs this year. However, one of our number was very much missed and at the start of the meal, we raised our glasses in memory of Bryan Clark who sadly passed away in late November.
We enjoyed a few glasses of Chardonnay as an apero which were very kindly offered by Eric, the Father of the House! The sound level was quite amazing with lots of lively chatter but luckily, due to the weather, there were no other golfers in the room, and things quickly quietened down when the starter of fish terrine was served. This was followed by lasagne and salad, apple tart and a few bottles of Côtes du Rhône. The idea of a last bottle before coffee was abandoned as many of us would soon be behind the wheel.
Marie gave us a short briefing about the changes that would happen at the club, which is probably being purchased by a wealthy family. The cost of maintenance equipment has become prohibitive, so the future of the club seems to be assured.
By this time, the sun had come out and a few other players were teeing off as Marie took photos of our merry bunch.
For the sixth time in the modern (GIN) era, the classic hike on the shores of the Lac de Joux was planned for Thursday, 9th October. It was billed as a relatively easy outing which might have attracted a larger response from the hiking community, but in the end just eleven of us embarked on the trip as several “would-have’s” were otherwise occupied, along with some regulars who were either incapacitated or off on their travels. Seven of us (Mark 2rrs, Mark 2tts, Nathan, Stephen, David, Rob O’Riordan and myself) met at the Divonne parking. Rob had just descended from St Cergue by public transport only to be returned by private mode. Our delight in seeing that there were none of the usual queues up to the autoroute was quickly dampened by the slow-moving, sometimes stationary, traffic on the said road. Messages were exchanged advising of possible late arrivals at the L’Orient parking place, where we met up with the four (and a half) remaining members (RichardW, Andrew, Thatcher, MikeH and Rocco). Rocco ran around greeting everyone, but was obviously confused that his mates Kobie and Nessie weren’t present.
The weather had been sunny on the plain but as we had reached the summit of the Col du Marchairuz, we encountered the cloudy conditions which unfortunately persisted for the rest of the day. The leader communicated the bad news that the little red and white train for the return trip was out of service, but the good news that there was a conveniently-situated bus stop which would enable us to be ferried back to the cars. It was also noted at this point that there were three virGIN members who hadn’t participated in earlier hikes in the area.
So we set off, somewhat delayed, which may have precipitated the cracking pace set by the first two in the group. However, everyone managed to keep up with the young bucks at the front and there were occasional stops to admire the views across the lake and take in the bird life and Autumnal colours which had been promised. One common topic of conversation which seemed to prevail were the latest exploits of the Orange man and whether his efforts to bring peace would prevail, and if he would be subsequently rewarded by the Peace Prize. Nobody fancied a swim except the brave Rocco who didn’t stay in for long!
Rocco after his swim
The trail, which varies between grass, road, wooden boardwalk, pavement, soft woodland soil and rocky paths, follows the edge of the lake until there is a steep uphill section rising about 80 metres in a series of switchbacks to a welcoming seat which served a very useful purpose.
Upwards and onwards
Tucking in
A bottle of excellent red from Puglia was produced (many thanks, Stephen) as well as a variety of snacks, which were gratefully consumed. Sitting forlornly on the bench was the GIN bottle who would remain untouched until much later in the day
Conscious of our tardy start, we continued into the woodland section hoping to see large herds of chamois, but were somewhat perturbed to see several groups of fellow hikers in both directions which may have scared off the wild animals. However, the leading members of our group, including an excited Rocco, did soon espy a small group of chamois disappearing off to the right. Although we didn’t encounter the 70-odd herd that we saw last year, we did eventually come across a gathering of 10 individuals who seemed quite happy to munch away even though we got quite close.
I’m watching you
The path down to the lake level is quite steep with rocks and roots, which is slippery even in dry conditions, so the team became a bit strung out with the leaders obviously thirsty and hungry, probably in that order, marching off along the Le Pont promenade towards the Brasserie des Combières, our lunch spot.
Beers brewed less than half a kilometre away were quickly ordered and sampled and we were pleased to see that a selection of “chasse” was on the blackboard.
Difficult choices
About half our number opted for one or other of the game options and a couple of bottles of red were consumed, although we agreed that the quality was not up to Stephen’s earlier offering. Our twelfth honorary member, the GIN bottle, was passed around and several partook of it’s contents of Stolnaya vodka.
When’s the food coming?
The buses back to the cars run hourly and with the 14.30 departure not being an option, 10 of us bought tickets online or from the driver at inexplicably different prices for the 12 minute trip leaving at 15.30. Rob took his chances that trains would at least be running northwards to Lausanne so headed off to the station.
Our total hike was 12.5 kms, somewhat less than last year, but hopefully just as enjoyable. Total ascent was 180 metres.
I understand that I’ve become a bit of a celebrity amongst the GIN hiking and snowshoeing community and there have been requests to document my life over the past five years or so.
Well, I originally was a receptacle made of plastic containing 50cl of Johnny Walker Black Label 12 years old whisky, but these are distant memories. Since then I’ve had to suffer hot sun, freezing temperatures, wind, rain and snow in the side pocket of my owner’s rucksack with no consideration for my comfort. I’ve been out on many hikes and snowshoe outings and much to my chagrin, my contents have not always been appreciated or needed. Sometimes, the GINtlemen drink lots of wine from my glass cousins, so they’ve had enough alcohol by the time my contents are offered. I’ve been pulled out on the top of mountains, and in woods and refuges, and been drunk from shot cups, fellow plastic glasses, wine glasses and coffee cups. Some of the drinks I’ve contained have been a bit strong and apparently, some have been downright awful. Often noses have been turned up – you know who you are! However, some have gone down very nicely, thank you, and I’ve had some pleasant compliments.
There’s been a wide variety of drinks poured into and out of me and all have been recorded on cheap labels stuck on to my sides. I actually feel overdressed and as there’s hardly any room for more, I’m wondering if I will soon be consigned to those muddy and snowy trails in the sky.
So before that happens, here’s a list of the concoctions I’ve had to suffer over the years, in no particular order:
Ten walkers and a dog met in glorious springlike sunshine at the Place de l’ancienne Gare in Divonne les Bains for the 2.8km saunter along the old railway line to the Restaurant des Bergers in Grilly. The walk took us by the homes of two of the participants where we noted the wife of one was working hard in their garden pruning roses and the other participant joined us having sat on a bench in the sun waiting our arrival about 1km into our journey.
We were joined by the final participant at the restaurant itself so there were twelve of us who sat down to eat an excellent fondue washed down with a delightful Chablis.
After such a lunch, the return journey was most welcome.
Participants: Jeff C, Norman E, Mike M and Nessie, Robert O’R, Mike P, Richard S, Paul S, Rudolf S, Gerry S, Gary V, Ralph W and Mark 2R.
Ed: Many thanks to Mark for organising the walk and lunch and for the blog.
There was much enthusiasm when I suggested one of our classic outings to Franck’s, but unfortunately several of our stalwarts were otherwise engaged, often apparently engaged in zipping up and down ski slopes. Anyway, in the end, nine of us met up at the large car park at the Crozet lift station at 10.00. We were very pleased to welcome a new member, Michael Matthews from Arzier who fitted the GIN mold perfectly.
After paying our €9 lift fee, we left the grey and rainy car park which is at about 600m and took the Fierney cable car up to the top station at 1300m into a completely different world. No question about whether to use snowshoes or not, so everyone buckled up quickly and we set off in our usual Northerly direction across the bottom of the ski pistes.
Upwards and onwards
The route was somewhat indistinct, there were no previous footprints to follow, but we had a fairly good idea of where to go. It was quite hard going (for some of us, mostly me) through the reasonably-deep snow and we wound our way upwards. There were a few tumbles in the powder, but no harm done, fortunately.
At one point Peter and Kobie decided to take a narrow path or ledge above us and it soon became evident that it was perhaps not the best choice. Peter adopted a hybrid approach with one boot and one snowshoe but soon had to abandon even that innovation and slide down to us.
Peter making snow angels
The team strung out but we gathered at the table d’orientation at the Col de Crozet (1485m) and consumed coffee and who knows what from a small flask!
Warming beverages
The clouds were lowering as we left the viewpoint, and landmarks were disappearing so there was some discussion about the direction to take towards the Catheline lift station. Peter and Nathan seemed confident and led us unerringly to the said goal. We crossed the wide ski slopes and entered the small track through the snow-laden trees to cover the 1km or so to La Loge.
Peekaboo
Franck, Cathy and Laos, their Australian sheepdog, were there to welcome us and he (Laos) and Kobie were pleased to rub noses. After an assortment of drinks, we were offered a choice of croute au fromage and salad or saucisse and lentils. The, as usual, hearty meals followed by brownies and crème anglaise were washed down by various liquids.
A motley crew!
Franck went to some lengths to excuse the fact that there was no tarte au myrtilles as the Catheline lift had been out of action due to variations in snow cover, so supplies were limited. He said that one day, a metre of snow outside disappeared within 24 hours and all became green outside. No such problems today as we could see that it was snowing quite hard outside. Many interesting discussions took place, often involving a certain Mr T across the pond, whilst Kobie did the rounds to check on anything edible for him. Cathy told us that he was in the rubbish bin in the kitchen at one point!
What did you say?
Franck then brought out the shot glasses and served us the traditional génépi from a large container. When the bill arrived, this was offered as well as the coffee and we all happily paid the princely sum of €25.
Franck and his magic potionBack on the road
Snowshoes donned, we trudged back to the Catheline through an even more magical forest and then followed the direct route back to Fierney at the side of the ski pistes, only being warned once by an irate skier to keep well away from him.
On the way downWhat a wonderful world
We arrived back at the top station with less than a quarter of an hour before it closed, thankful not to have to walk all the way down.
Down at last
Everyone agreed that the hike had lived up to its reputation as one of our classics and we were blessed with copious amounts of snow.
Personally, I struggled with my fitness on the uphill stretches, possibly due to my treatment last year, but possibly because I seemed to have developed a chest cold in the evening. Whatever, I am really indebted to everyone’s patience and caring which illustrates the wonderful camaraderie amongst our GIN members. Long may it continue!
Our hike was carried out under the shadow of events in La Cure whereby Chez Mamac was burnt to the ground on Monday night and the perpetrator was fortunately prevented from doing the same to the Vermeilley later on. One of our favourite lunch spots lost, but happily one saved.
Thanks to everyone who sent photos – the 2 Peters, Mark 2tts and Michael.
Present: Peters S and T, Marks 2rrs and 2tts, Andrew, Nathan, David, Michael and myself.
Distance by my Garmin watch: 6.25, Dénivellation: 298 metres.
We held our end of 2024 season lunch at the Manchette golf club on Monday. 11 of our 18 members attended, some of whom played a round beforehand in bright sunshine. The atmosphere, which was already convivial, was further enhanced by the aperos offered by Eric and the red wine during the meal offered by Steve, both in celebration of their forthcoming birthdays. Talking of birthdays, well over half of our group are in their ninth decades but their performance on the course belies their ages. However, we always welcome new, maybe younger, members who will carry on passing the baton (or rather the golf club). Marie provided us with an excellent three course meal (the main was coq au vin) for a ridiculously low price and all left contented. Two more Mondays for playing this year, then we restart mid-February, weather permitting.
Thanks to everyone for their participation this year.
