Eleven hikers (Andrew, Bill, Mark 2Rs, Mervyn, Nathan, Ralph, Richard, Stephen, Peter Solomon, Peter T with Kobie and Peter S as leader) met at the parking lot at the entrance to Vaulion (932m) a little after 9:30am.
Startline hopefulsPeterT too with his sunspecs that Ralph did not manage to pick up, now lost in the hills (Jill is happy)
The forecast for the day was sunny and hot with a high of 29 degrees. The trail started on the south side of Le Nozon stream then crossed the road to begin the ascent on the east side of the Dent de Vaulion.
Vaulion village and Dent de Vaulion top left, showing the hot hillside we traversed
After crossing a field, the path (marked by orange dots) entered the woods and up a steep incline with some unusually big steps.
The unusually steep steps
Exiting the forest the hikers adopted Kobie’s strategy of hurrying over sun exposed areas to reach the next patch of shade for a water break.
Hot trail so Kobie takes the shady side
A large Norway spruce provided some relief and an opportunity for Mark to take a photo of the “shady group”.
After successfully crossing an enclosed meadow marked “Taureau!” the group clambered up a steep section of rocks to reach the top of the Dent de Vaulion (1483m).
About to enter the Nature Reserve below the Dent de Vaulion
Mervyn brought out a bottle of chilled Chardonnay to better appreciate the 360 degrees view over 4, or was it five, lakes (Lac Leman, Lac de Neuchatel, Lac de Joux, Lac Brenet and ?).
At least one lake here, Vaulion belowSummit recoveryCommencing the descent – Lac de Joux and Lac Brenet on right, lunch chalet on left
There was a short descent to reach the Chalet de Dent de Vaulion for lunch under a partially functioning umbrella. The much-awaited glasses of Boxer pression were graciously passed down the table only to find out that it would take a while for the next round to arrive. This practice soon stopped when the croute aux champignons, pates du chef and mixed salads arrived. The dessert menu included ´tartes du jour’ (abricots au pommes) which were enjoyed with coffee.
Just before the beer arrived Totting up the bill
The route down went past Cabane de Orny II SAC and tracked back below the Dent de Vaulion.
The long trail home
Although somewhat more in the shade, this path included an unwelcome incline before reaching the track down the ridge on the east side of the Dent.
Kobie and Stephen enjoyed the spring water in the only water trough along the hot and sunny descent.
A sweat drenched group of hikers and one panting dog reached the car park around 4:15pm to complete a hike of 14km, 680m denivele with a hiking time ~4.5 hours.
This walk of some 8kms and height difference of 240m was more challenging than most GIN walks and took place on a Friday since the télécabines from Crozet do not operate on Wednesdays, our normal walk day. Even before we started, requests were made to include some wives who are members of the IWCN, but us being Gentlemen considered their club should be the ILCN. Despite the warning of “more challenging”, fifteen people signed up but to be fair several of those were also of the Hiking Group who were attracted by the lunch chez Franck and Kathy at la Loge. Franck himself was a bit taken aback by the numbers coming as it is principally only he and his wife who run the place. The logistics were further complicated by one person meeting up at La Catheline and another directly at la Loge following his early morning start from Crozet (620m) for a walk (trek, hike?) via the Crêt de la Neige (1720m), no doubt to give him an appetite.
So, thirteen of us and two dogs (Mike Muller and Nessie, Robert O’Riordan, Mervyn Powell, Richard Saynor, Rudolf Staehelin, Peter Taylor and Kobie, Wouter van Ginneken, Ralph and Pat Wares, Mark Warren, Mark and Lynda Watts and Bill Westermeyer) took the télécabines up to La Fierney (1300m).
There are several trails to the Catheline, none signposted. Apparently signage isn’t allowed in summer but is in winter, for reasons I don’t understand. One of the trails is a pleasant hike up to the Crêt de la Neige, another is extremely steep, another follows the ski track and another, the one we took, is mostly on jeep tracks to the Catheline with a steady slope upwards for about two kilometres following the contours of the mountains up to the table d’orientation at the Col de Crozet (1485m).
Starting up the jeep track, it was hotAnd dryBut we made good progress, if a little strung out.View from the high point
We made good time to the Catheline (1445m), where we picked up Gary Vannatter, and onto la Loge (1436m) where Nathan Finkelstein was waiting.
Table 2 from table 1
In view of our numbers, Franck wanted us earlier rather than later over the lunch period. In the event we were there around midday and had two tables suitably protected from the sun by parasols, and beers and other cool drinks were rapidly consumed and reordered. A recent recruit to GIN was a bit confused as to who was Mervyn so everyone on that table called themselves and him Mervyn. Meanwhile, the real Mervyn was on the neighbouring table. It is difficult to give a resumé of the various conversations given there were two table and the GIN secrets act (anything embarrassing or slanderous said in GIN stays in GIN). However, discussions about where one member drank his first Leffe took us to the Roi d’Espagne in Brussels and onto the Duchy of Burgundy.
A table of Mervyns; almost an Eistedfodd of MervynsYet more Mervyns
On a more sombre note, we drank to two former GIN members, John Webb and Barry Amstrong, who have recently passed away. John sent an email back in March after reading a blog – “Many thanks for keeping me in the loop even though I cannot participate. A great reminder of lovely times with a great bunch of fellows.” That about sums up our objective.
A table with a single Mervyn, and some welcome members of the ILCNThe two tables receiving genepi
There was the usual choice of food produced meticulously by Franck and served by Kathy; Laos, who had welcomed us, kept watch with Kobie on any other walkers in the vicinity; and following the tartes aux myrtilles and coffee, Franck produced fifteen glasses of genepi to set us on our way.
Patrolling docks in a stick-watering routineFranck starts to perform the Genepi ceremonyWhich needs some theatricalityAnd a soliloquyKobie sniffs genepi as the nectar is delivered, sadly only one each and not 15 as we might have hoped..A roar of approval and the ceremony is almost over. Bottoms up everyone!Table 2La Loge with patrolling hounds
La Loge is indeed a refuge not like any others I know. You take them on their terms, which are great, and enjoy. And we did.
Time to go
We all left together for our return journey, leaving Gary, who generously offered to take up to three people back with him but had no takers, at la Catheline and onto La Fierney by the same route.
Mike and Nessie lead Kobie back to the ChatelaineIt seemed even hotter going back down – it was…
Once again we were without the planning and execution skills of our Bleader, who, quite understandably chose the relative cool and tranquility of his mountain hideaway over the hassle of organising this week’s bike ride. So it fell to the peloton to come up with a plan.
This involved assembling in the relative cool of the morning at 09:30 at Everness and taking it from there. The participants were: Bill, Mark, Mervyn, Peter D, Peter T e-Paul, e-Richard. For his second outing with us, e-David B also joined, having travelled from Troinex to Coppet on the Leman Express with his bike for the princely sum of 2 CHF (Can that be right?)
Before the start
Luckily Peter D had hatched a plan and we set off to Grilly, this time by way of paved roads. There Bill, riding his thoroughbred road-racing bike, briefly left us to continue on tarmac to Gex while the rest of us rattled along the voie verte.
Gex, once again, didn’t fail to disappoint as we found not just one but five cafes closed in our abortive search for a morning coffee. These Gexois(es) really are a peculiar breed.
So, with just a water stop, it was on up to Vesancy, swiftly down to La Rippe and then the long hot push up to Bonmont. We all made it, with the e-bikers looking very self-satisfied.
Bonmont, where else?
Lunch had been reserved for midday at L’Intemporel in Founex where we all duly gathered, with Peter D arriving uncharacteristically late for his first beer of the day.
It was very pleasant to sit on the terrace in comfortable chairs under the cool of an enormous sail/awning and reflect on our morning’s exertions. Plates of fish ‘n chips, burgers and linguine were ordered and enjoyed, washed down with copious quantities of the amber fluid. Paul regaled us with more information on the remarkable life of his hero Alfred Russel Wallace and for once everyone’s favourite anti-hero, the felon-in-chief DJT, received hardly a mention.
Paul on Wallace
Wth the mercury now climbing towards the mid-30’s we all departed from Founex on our various ways home with the two Geneva residents heading first to Coppet station.
Once again a good ride, excellent conditions, enjoyable lunch and great company. I clocked 46km and 630m denivelation.
The last GIN ascent of the Bellevue in Morgins was in September 2021. Memories from that occasion has meant that a repeat has been discussed many times since. Stephen was in Morgins for August 1st celebrations and so this seemed like a good occasion to ask the weather gods to be kind to facilitate the taxing straight up/straight down hike with the reward of a 360 degree panorama at the summit.
Despite heavy rain a few days earlier and cold and misty weather leading up to the planned date, July 31st started sunny with blue skies and little cloud as PeterT (+ Kobie), Mervyn, Mark2Ts, Ralph and Nathan set off from the Divonne car park. There were apologies from David and Thatcher who preferred to stay across the valley in Villars, several people claiming to be out of the country, one declination on grounds of excessive inclination and unfortunate withdrawals from RichardS and Rob on medical grounds.
Stephen could enjoy a leisurely morning and saundered down to the arranged meeting place for the 09.30h arrival. The core crew arrived ahead of schedule but the planned parking spot had been cordoned off due to Morgins’ preparation for the Fête Nationale, so some rapid arm waving was needed to redirect the cars to a suitable alternative. The group now gathered made a beeline for the local boulangerie for a coffee/tea to give time to mentally and physically prepare for the impending climb.
For those who had already been on this walk before it didn’t take long for the relentless uphill climb memories to come flooding back as we set off up the road. There was a fair amount of car traffic: a reminder that we hadn’t chosen the easiest means of ascent. However, we reached the Col de Culet base camp in good time with our backmarker taking his role seriously.
A break in the clouds with emerging Mark
Base Camp – Portes de Culet 1787m
The weather seemed to be taking a turn for the worse and even though there was no rain, the clouds were moving in and visibility was decreasing. By the time we reached the top after ca. 720m climb, admirably in under 2 hours, the panoramic tableau served only as a useful table for the refreshments and snack that people had brought.
Final push to the top and a false promise of blue skies.
Point de Bellevue (2042m) not living up to its name….. but a useful table
Cava and a Chilean Viognier served as useful lubricant to an assortment of sandwiches, crisps, nuts and some unusual dried chili mango. A toast was raised to our absent friends. A red wine was also available but was left untouched (are we becoming more sensible in our increasingly mature years?) and had to be transferred to a different rucksack, to someone with stronger knees, for the descent. Actually, knees and other bodily ailments were, as usual, a dominant subject of conversation during the day. Top athletes have been known to medicate for increased performance and this group was no exception….PeterT doing it overtly.
3 bad and 5 good kneesheading down
On the way down going up.….
The clouds were starting to separate and we caught glimpses of the Dents du Midi with fresh snow on their peaks from recent days as well as the surrounding mountains. Stephen’s promise of “stunning views” was partly fulfilled. The decent down to lunch was steady and less severe than some of the climb and we arrived at the Ferrage alpage almost exactly at the booked time of 13.30h. The multitude of other clients were well into their meals and the car park indicated that most had missed out on the physical exercise pre-cursor. Beers were ordered and consumed and we relaxed in the knowledge that the hard part was over and that it was “mostly downhill” from now on. The Ferrage is not known for light meals and whereas some opted for the substantial fondue and röstis, even the light salad that Mark thought he’d ordered turned out to be sufficient for at least two. Natham probably was wisest in his choice of omelette.
Replenishing the calories
Small omelette, lots of chips.
Happy with his fondue
Yes, the Dents du Midi are over there
Desserts looked meaningful but with the prospect of tarte and biscuits at Chalet “Les Longs” we opted just for coffees before departing.
The descent in Morgins from the Ferrage always surprises tired legs and full stomachs with an uphill section and with a steep road section down to the valley before a final climb up again to “Les Longs”. These ensure that the total climb for the tour passes the 800m. Kate was waiting for us with tea, coffee and promised edibles soon prepared whilst Stephen found some of his homemade beer for those brave enough to try and not driving.
A final stroll back to the village centre to find the cars and complete the circuit. Electronic devices agreed that the total ascent was 814m, exactly the same as 4 years ago and just over 14km. Unlike Mont Blanc, the height of the Bellevue has not changed…..to be reconfirmed in 4 years’ time?
For this outing we were left without our Bleader, who for some inexplicable reason had left an essential part of his velocipede (to wit a modified pedal crank) in the UK.
To compound the dilemma, his able deputy offered an even more feeble excuse for absence – something about dog sitting. Isn’t it about time Kobie got a bike? That left the peloton to organise itself and yours truly stepped up.
In the event just four of us (Mark, Mervyn, Peter S, & Richard) assembled at the Everness at 09:30 for a morning ride, hoping to avoid the forecast rain.
After some banter about the current Tour de France a democratic(?) decision was reached to climb to Bonmont – our own Mt Ventoux – via a familiar route: Grilly, Gex, Veysancy and La Rippe.
As Richard, the sole e-biker, waited for the peddlers to reach Vesancy, the first drops of rain began. Was this the forecast 12:30 shower arriving two hours early? Or just MeteoSuisse getting it hopelessly wrong again? Oh well, we were in France, just. And while on the topic of vicissitudes, Vesancy really could do with a café for coffee now that O’Chateau no longer serves the purpose.
Donning rain gear we rode on to the foot of the shaded Bonmont climb. I for one shed a layer to avoid a personal sweaty sauna during the ascent By 11:30 we reached the summit with Peter claiming the polka dot jersey. We did check that this time he wasn’t on his e-bike, but being a doctor perhaps he has access to performance enhancing substances? Nevertheless, chapeau Peter!
Ten minutes later we had descended to Crassier and we’re sitting in the terrace of La Semplicita enjoying overdue coffees, as per Richard’s request. Or did he really want a beer but was too bashful to ask?
That indulgence cost us a subsequent drenching as the 12:30 downpour did materialise as we were passing Divonne lake.
Home in time for lunch and to reflect on our morning exertions. There had been no rain in Commugny!
I clocked 44Km and an estimated 600m dénivellation. Thanks team.
It was time to re-attempt the Parmelan, known to some as the Parmaham, others as the Parmesan. Here was the flyer :-
Dear GinHikers, For this upcoming Thursday 17 July I am proposing to visit David’s old favourite, not the hard cheese normally grated, but – The Parmelan. The weather forecast looks to be dry.
Parmelan is one of the must-sees of Haute-Savoie. Visible from the surroundings of Annecy, its imposing cliffs dominate and make it a panoramic viewpoint that will amaze any hiker. The ascent by the Grand Montoir is delicate, with passages exposed to heights on a narrow and steep path. Although entirely secured by chains and ramps, the passage can scare people with a fear of heights; I thus advise the use of a rope.
The route I propose describes a loop which starts at the Bois Brûlé parking lot and descends smoothly through the Petit Montoir. The plateau of Parmelan is very sculpted by erosion as chasms and fissures form the lapiaz.
On the right of the parking lot, the path gets into the forest and becomes quite steep very quickly. Follow the direction of Chalet Chappuis reached in 20 minutes and already offering a beautiful view of Lake Annecy and Dents de Lanfon. Turn left to reach the junction with the road coming from La Blonnière, and continue again to the left. After a good walk, the trail gives the right to admire Parmelan’s cliffs and runs down to the bifurcation of the Petit Montoir where you take a right towards the Grand Montoir. By entering the Grand Montoir, vigilance is in order: the pathway, although secure, is still difficult.
Indeed the weather was set fair with early clouds forecast to disperse leaving a clear and sparkling day.
Richard had some fore-knowldege of a buvette on the top, which might have attracted more punters, but after receiving many apologies and excuses, some tendentious, some robust, five of us and a dog turned up at the Divonne parking at 9.10am, with Richard joining us later at the start. At the last minute MikeH pulled out for medical check reasons.
Attending : Mervyn, Nathan, Ralph, Steven (Ralph’s brother – a photographer from Blighty and who has been on previous hikes (Incl Le Salève)), me and Kobie with Richard meeting at the Parmelan parking.
As we approach the mountain a herd of cows gave an opportunity to take this shot from the car:-
The Lost World in sight behind the milk train
As we drove up the zig zag mountain road, cars in front and behind foretold that there would already be a number there and indeed it was a pretty crammed parking lot (at 1167m) as we arrived, but there was room for us all. Clearly the Parmelan was going to be busy today, but I saw this as a good sign in that here is a hike really well worth doing.
Richard arrived shortly after us and we assembled for the task ahead, 700m of up, steady at first but getting steeper and a little tricky in the Grand Montoir. The weather was perfect and the team were in high spirits, including Kobie who was pleased to be back in the peloton.
Kobie arriving at the first view point at Chalet Chappuis 1251m. Les Bauges in the distance.Initial views over AnnecyAnd beyond
At Chalet Chappuis the views are expansive and give only a hint of what is to come. We continued steadily up stopping for a drink at the 1500m level before the path bifurcates, Grand Montoir to the right, Petit Montoir (and our descent route) to the left.
Initial drink stop
There are notices here that the paths are dangerous in winter when the gulleys are snowed up, as when twenty five years ago or more I recall they were badly verglassed and Jill and I retreated.
Peter carrying two pairs of sunspecs, one being Ralph’s he had left on a rock
And so to the crux section of the Grand Montoir and I fixed Kobie on his leash. There were a number of parties ahead of us, but all moved steadily up in good humour.
The tricky section commences – Steven and Kobie (cleaned up pic)Be a Wares of what lies ahead! Two Wares looking wary, and Kobie bemused at followersNathan making steady progress with Richard behind
The path steepened and some exposure began to be felt. A stout wire was available for pulling on or just for balance.
Perhaps the crux move with the wire being usefulSame move from belowMervyn using the key foothold, a metal peg (that Kobie didn’t use.. and possibly Ralph too)Onwards upwardsKobie leading me up. The kind lady in blue ahead gave us some water for Kobie later in the day
We zig zagged up the steep trail, passing some, allowing others past us.
Ralph enjoying the climb
We all regrouped after the main section and took the final steep section at leisure – well almost. Soon at the col, Kobie looked for shade while we regrouped again.
A notice stated that dogs should be on a lead as the chickens thereabouts are aggressive, so I retained him on the leash. The team all looked in good shape and I think had enjoyed the mild excitement of the steep path cut in rock. So we tootled up the remaining 80m to the hut at the top – the Chalet Hôtel C.Dunant, next to the Croix de Blondet.
Richard passes the Savoie Flag near the summit hut, high mountains behind. Steven’s Flag shotCrowded summit. But superb views.
There were quite a number of folk at the top, enjoying the fine views. As Richard had predicted the restaurant/bar was open and we went inside to escape the sun. Ralph ordered large beers for us all which were cool and refreshing.
Ralph ordered beersWatering the dog
Suitably refreshed we set off to conquer the actual summit of the Parmelan, not far off.
Summit cross.Summit View, Salève and Lac LemanSummit View WestwardAnnecy Lac in zoom (Steven shot)Annecy in full viewIndeed the views were stunningGin Members atop the Parmelan
It was time for lunch and we found some suitable rocks close to some shade for Kobie. Some red wine was shared and we did toast absent friends. They were missing a real classic. Kobie benefitted from Richard’s suasage and apple.
Lunch stop, as good as it getsUp in the high life again
We all agreed that the fluid from Richard’s bottle was indeed excellent. Sirin Lingonberry liqueur from Finland.
Parmelan picnic banterHikers at the top seen from our picinic spot, Kobie under an adjacent tree in the shade
Well refreshed and in a merry mood we upped sticks and set off back down to the col. An alternative but longer route traverses the lapiaz, but this was not needed today.
Starting the descent with the lapiaz in the middle ground.
We had some astounding views over to the big hills, with Pointe Perćee not too far off. It was warm and Kobie, having escaped from the aggressive chickens, took time to shelter from the sun.
Kobie shelters as Steven is supplied with meds (Magnesium tablets)
We stopped as Steven expressed signs of cramp, and he took on some mag tablets. This would not have been of interest for this record but for what happened shortly afterwards. We set off back down the trail towards the Petit Montoir and within 5 minutes or so at the front I heard news from the back that Steven had turned back; he had left his camera on a rock when we had stopped. Very shortly after a young lady appeared holding Steven’s camera. We thanked her profusely. (Richard believed she had looked at the photos in the camera and recognised us from crossing us in her ascent).
All that was needed was to recover Steven. We called him by phone and he was soon reunited with his beloved camera, relieved if not over the moon.
Steven get’s his camera back.The easy trail of the Petit Montoir (the Parmelan above)The trail passes under the big cliffs
The trail descends gradually and then traverses back under the cliffs to the junction with the path up the the Grand Montoir. It was here that the kind lady gave Kobie some water from her pouch. We moseyed on down to the Chappuis Chalet where chickens were wandering among the hikers.
Chappuis 2, on the descent
On the final trail Kobie took an early bath.
Kobie posing in the bath
We were soon back at the car and rehydrating. It had been a warm hike, getting hot finally.
We said farewell to Richard and all the other fellow hikers we had been meeting on the trail, before driving back to Divonne (1 hour, no trouble) and then over to Mervyn’s for some cool beer in the garden.
Summing up the day
A super hike in great weather, fantastic views and great comapny. I had 701 m (not 750m ?) and 11.5km (not 9km ?). My monitor also showed I had got my heart into level 5 (145 bpm and over) for 30 seconds. This rarely happens on hikes…. And Kobie slept well that night. Thanks for the fun everyone.
My hips not being great for steep climbs, I proposed a short walk up in the hills to avoid the heat in the plain. It started at La Cure so Paul Sochaczewski, Tim Goodyear and Richard Flett boarded the train from Nyon and picked me up (Mike Muller) at Trelex. We were joined by Robert O’Riordan at St Cergue. At La Cure we were met by Mark Warren who had come by car. Peter Drew cancelled at the last minute due to a bug biting his foot.
The weather was ideal – a bit under 20 degrees with sunshine and blue skies. Accordingly the 6 of us struck out from La Cure railway station at 11.30 hours protected by Nessie the cairn terrier.
We followed the road up through an area of chalets and then crossed the road to go through the Bois de la Pile (see map below). Coming out of the forest we sauntered through some fields being grazed by cows and walked under a path which could have taken us to the Couvaloup de Crans. We continued through La Trélasse before arriving at the car park of La Givrine which is famous for being built after 35 years of pfaffing about between the Swiss and French authorities.
We were lucky to have dined at the restaurant La Givrine. Because normally they are closed midweek. I had contacted them via email to verify this information (they don’t have a website) and they proposed to open exclusively for us if we would be a minimum of 8 eaters. We would be 7 + Nessie and this was acceptable (in the end only 6 because Peter withdrew). The food was typical mountain fare and quite acceptable to our taste buds.
Paul had ordered mushrooms which lead us to discuss the Australian lady who had managed to kill several members of her family after serving a dish with poison mushrooms that she claimed had been bought at Woolworths. Apparently Woolworths is alive and well in Australia and some other countries, unlike most of her dinner guests in question. She was found guilty.
This led us on to discussing how to kill somebody and get away with it. One example is to stab somebody with a sharp knife made out of ice. But you need to do this in a sauna so that the evidence melts away quickly. Or how do you get rid of the body? An example was evoked from the film Snatch which involved hungry pigs. Such lighthearted discussion was in order to avoid spending too much time discussing the perils of AI.
I forgot to take a picture of the group, so here instead is a photo of our body guard.
The walk was about 5km (up 127m and down 90m) and took 1.5 hours.
At an earlier outing we discussed the possibility of varying our routes. Paul took up the challenge and with his friend David Baddeley, suggested a tour on the Salève. There followed a whole succession of emailed information with exact routes outlined and elevation differences detailed. The first involved a hefty 600m ascent after lunch which was quickly dismissed by Mervyn, who realised that the usual digestive processes would exclude this possibility. David managed to reduce this ascent to a mere 160m on closer examination of the map contours, with a realisation that when near the top of the Salève and additional 600m would take us airborne.
Paul circulated the final instructions with David’s map:
Meet at gare Lancy-Bachet at 09:10. Front of the gare, by the trams. For riders from Vaud, note the L4 train leaves Coppet at 08:34.
We ride to the start station of the téléphérique (coffee stop en route) and take the cable car to the crête of the Salève. Bike up and down to lunch at Auberge des Montagnards at La Croisette.
Eat and consume beers as per individual proclivity.
Modest uphill of about 160 m after lunch, then more or less flat until the la Grande Descente back to gare Lancy-Bachet. Regular trains to Coppet. Can change trains at Cornavin if your destination is Nyon.
Four additional GIN Bikers volunteered for the adventure. In the event, PeterD had to withdraw due to reduced mobility following an encounter with angry insect who had a liking for his foot, resulting in subsequent painful swelling. So the line up was e-Paul, e-David, e-RichardF, Mervyn and Stephen. Was this the first time the e-bikers outnumbered the traditional?…..a sign of the future.
With such detailed pre-work, what could go wrong? Richard, Mervyn and Stephen met on time at Coppet station only to find that the desired 08.34h train had been cancelled. In looking for alternatives, Richard discovered there was a 08.41h express train which actually arrived at our desired destination ahead of the planned transport. Communication with Paul alerted him of the situation as he too would have to adjust his travel plans. We agreed to meet at Lancy-Bachet station somewhat later than originally planned. In the event, the Coppet arrivals did get there early and Paul was already there having managed to catch an earlier train. The gained time was used trying to extract ourselves from the station labyrinth….which we eventually did and found David lounging patiently on a bench in the sunshine.
After this shaky start, we were in the safe hands of our guide for the day, David. We also learnt that David and Richard were old work colleagues from 40 years ago…. they had a whole day ahead to fill in those years. David led us out of the urban jungle into the countryside at the foot of the Salève. We had to negotiate a closed section of road (nothing new to the GIN Bikers), overcoming an irate local who clearly expressed that all traffic was prohibited, gently removing and replacing barriers as we went in and out of no man’s land. On the far side of this obstacle, Veyrier, the last Swiss town before the French border seemed an appropriate place to stop for coffee. Switzerland on this side of Geneva has a very different feel to that in Vaud…. the town having more of a provincial French nature but café au lait is still a renversé, as our waitress made very clear. Baguette with butter and abricot jam added to the atmosphere of this stop. Paul generously picked up the tab with the usual Swiss pricing.
Suitably refreshed, we started the long uphill ascent to the top of the Salève, made easier by the short ride across the border and then the aid of the téléphérique. We managed to squeeze in ahead of a large group of school kids, who were made to wait whilst their elders were carefully instructed in how to efficiently load bikes in the cable car and then fill all the space. The future generation had to wait for the next departure.
Bikes carefully loaded and aligned in a single direction
Bikers carefully loaded, definitely not aligned in any direction
Even an e-biker appreciates an easy ascent
At the top of the cable car, we stopped to admire the view down across Geneva and the Jura beyond. From here, we cycled up the winding road towards the observatory and the large telecommunications facility, clearly visible from the Plaine. The e-bikers revelled in the easy ascent, chatting as they went, whilst the old-school riders sweated up the slope determined not to let thoughts get hold about changing to motorised aid. On the way up we passed the incongruously positioned Tibetan Buddhist Monastery, The Shedrub Choekhor Ling, and Paul was inevitably drawn to this monument. We stopped to add to our spiritual wellbeing but avoided any material outlay on the numerous souvenirs on offer.
Spiritual, if not physical, replenishment
On up the road, past the road to the Observatory (and associated restaurant) and to the heights of the plateau with magnificent views across to Mont Blanc and The Alps. Spiritual overload. We descended to the sleepy hamlet of La Croisette where lunch was booked but all visible establishments seemed to be closed. However, tucked at the back, but with a terrace with a view, was the one open restaurant with a table ready for us but still too early for the chef to produce a meal. So, 5 beers later, the chef was ready and we made it easy for him by all ordering the menu du jour of roast beef, gratin and ratatouille. After this the muscle-powered-only bikers felt the need for the house tarte aux myrtilles speciality to add sufficient fuel for the promised post-lunch ascent and Paul was happy to join them even without the same excuse.
“I think I may still need a tarte aux myrtilles after this”
Once again the e-bikers raced ahead up the slope to the high point of the Col des Pitons (1335m) stopping en route to chat to some German tourists with camper vans taking advantage of the thermals to unsuccessfully launch a large model glider. Stephen and Mervyn pedalled on relentlessly eventually joining the leaders.
The loneliness of the long distance non e-biker
From the col we could all enjoy the long, winding, downhill run….happily speeding past bikers struggling uphill who had foregone the much easier cable car ascent. A right junction in the road kept us circumnavigating the Salève but also included an undesirable uphill stretch where a rapid gear change caused Stephen to lose his chain. By the time this was rectified and Stephen and Mervyn had caught up, the others were stopped in front of the impressive Château des Avenieres with a view down to the Lac d’Annecy. The group decided it would be good to reconnoitre the establishment for potential future GIN activities. It passed on all counts although cycling gear felt slightly underdressed.
Château des Avenieres – a future lunch spot
On down the hill at speed, the 60km/h barrier only just intact. At one point we crossed the path signposted for long distance pilgrims on their way to St. Jacques-de-Compostelle. We eventually met the main roads where the traffic rushed past as we kept close to the side or on the cycle track, where this was available. Crossing back into Switzerland between Bossey and Troinex, we headed towards the centre of Troinex for well-earned refreshment at David’s local café. After an enjoyable stop in the quiet town centre, sponsored by Richard, we were led by David back in the direction of Lancy-Bachet station a mere 10 minutes away.
Whilst Paul and Richard negotiated a small elevator, Mervyn and Stephen carried their lighter bikes down the 3 flights of stairs to the platform. As is often the case, the traditional bikes have the downhill advantage and were there first, the e-bikes arriving just in time for the incoming train. The L4 Express train is a bit of a misnomer in that it stops frequently but did allow us all to reach our own destinations. Paul alighted at Secheron, the rest of us at the Coppet end station, from where we made our individual ways home.
A truly great day, enjoying new and stunning scenery, reuniting with old friends and meeting new GIN members. Many thanks to Paul and David for making this possible.
Round ride from Genève Lancy-Bachet ca. 43km and ca. 660m climb by bike and the same by téléphérique.
In common with many people, the Fort des Rousses was not on my radar until Mark Watts told me about it when driving back from a hike. So, Richard Saynor, Bill Westermeier and I with our wives went on an exploratory walk following which the proposal for this walk, lunch and visit was made.
Nicolas U, Drew M, Robert O’R, John B and myself met at the usual Divonne customs car park and motored up to les Rousses on what promised to be a hot day for most of the time.
Intrepid Fort Inspectors, John, Nicolas, Drew, Robert. You and I we’ve been through that..
The Fort des Rousses is the second largest fort in France and is hardly visible until you come to and enter it through a narrow tunnel. The Fort itself was built from 1843 to 1862 and was capable of housing 3,500 men and 2,000 horses, with 50,000 sq. m of vaulted rooms, many kilometres of underground galleries, 2.2 km of ramparts etc. With a gap in military use between the two wars, it was finally abandoned by the military in 1997 and sold to the local Commune, which rented out a part to a cheese company for maturing its comté cheese.
Gearing up to attack the Fort, there are many here among us, who feel … Looking for weapons of massive destruction, no reason to get excited
The walk of about 3 km was around its walls on a rough road/good trail that revealed views over the Dôle side of the Jura. There were occasional plaques explaining the history of the fort; towards the end the road was closed for restoration work on the ramparts which entailed a deviation through a very welcome shaded path in the woods. We then came upon a commando course which was unfortunately closed so we couldn’t climb up various ropes or use any of its three zip wires!
Fortified members, but there’s too much confusion, I can’t get no reliefThere must be some kind of way out of here All along the watchtower… the hour is getting late three riders were approaching, and the wind began to howl
And so back to the cars and a short drive to an excellent lunch at the Golf du Rochat where we were joined by Richard S.
We had been warned that the visit to the cheese maturing cellars could be cold at around 10°C and we mostly had an extra layer, which was hardly necessary – it was such a relief getting out of the heat. There were about 40 people on our visit, mostly French nationals and our guide spoke an excellent French but fast and to his majority audience which made it challenging to some of us. There are some 75.000 cheeses maturing in the galleries and films were used to show how they were treated over several months. Towards the end there was a tasting of 12-, 18- and 24-months old cheeses, each with their distinct tastes. A most interesting visit.
Business men they drink my wine
At the end we were all asked from where in France we came (most from the Jura department) and as an after thought were there any foreigners. The British were answered by a quip on cheddar cheese; our Australian friend received a round of applause – I don’t know what the world is coming to!
Once again the weather forecast was kind to us: cooler than in the previous hot and humid days and only a small chance of rain….ideal for a GIN Bikers’ outing.
The Bleader had promised an interesting route, taking in the delights of the local countryside as well as a couple of uphill challenges:
“The plan is a 09.30h start at the Everness Hotel. From there the usual gentle start, similar to last time, in the pleasant countryside around Châtaigneriaz, God’s Crossing, Crans, Arnex, Eysins and up to Signy, Grens and Gingins, where we’ll stop for a coffee. Reinforced with caffeine (and maybe beer for PeterD?) we start the first of two hills: the first our Bonmont benchmark but up from the Gingins side…..some say a little more challenging. Having conquered the ascent to 727m we enjoy the downhill, passing above La Rippe and along the back border crossing into France. A small warm-up after the camp site before the short but steep Vesancy climb a little further on. At this stage in the season, we’ll save the brutal Mourex climb (the last of the hills in the famous 3 hill route) until our legs and batteries are used to discharging sufficient power and instead freewheel down towards Gex and onto Versonnex, where lunch is booked at the sur l’Ardoise. Suitably refueled all that is left is the attractive, non-strenuous ride back into Switzerland and through the Versoix woods to our starting point.”
Seven Bikers signed up for the outing, all arriving on time at the Everness Hotel meeting point: Stephen (BL), PeterD, Mervyn, Mark2Ts, Bill, e-Thatcher and e-Richard. Richard already making an excuse that he might again have to leave after the coffee stop, blaming a household injury (although could it have been another “important” webinar?). In his defense, he did complete the circuit, realising en route that e-biking is kind to leg injuries.
We set off in a non-intuitive direction, the BL keen to keep any independent-minded participants from guessing the way he would go and hence keeping them close. Bill was in fine fettle after a successful 3 day biking warm up with friends and even Mark the (sometimes diminished) Wattage was looking spritely, determined to show that muscle power alone is adequate, demonstrating that e-biking is still a way off for him…. and so not giving PeterT an excuse to also move to e-biking. The group kept mostly together up until the first incline to Signy and beyond although at one stage, as PeterD took the lead, confirmation was sought by some of the group that he had indeed gone the intended route (he had). As the coffee stop neared (Maison Brega on the outskirts of Gingins) the skies started to darken and PeterD was way up front. The BL made an attempt to haul him in to the desired destination and, with the help of the others, he indeed did correct navigation but Peter managed to cycle past the coffee spot and half way up the hill to Gingins before being recalled. There is a theme emerging here.
We shared the restaurant garden with a couple of ladies from the Nyon Ladies Group who seemed pleased to have seven such fit, Lycra-clad, GIN members join them. As we finished the coffees (and one green tea) the dark skies started to precipitate their contents and the ride up to the Gingins fountain became quite damp, necessitating some to out their rain gear.
Happy, if a little wet.
The Bonmont climb from Gingins is indeed a little longer and maybe steeper in parts than the traditional route with the result of the peloton spreading out behind the easy going e-bikes. Muscular and electrical power saw us all safely up to the usual 727m stopping point…..Wattage intact.
Good looking and fit, bikers at 727m (Richard behind the camera)
What a delight that downhill ride through the woods, the cool wind ventilating our exercised bodies and giving some temporary relief before the next uphill. This arrived all to soon and once again the peloton lengthened as the non-e-bikers manfully struggled up from St. Gix to Vesancy. Regrouping at the top, the general consensus was that the effort was not as tough as remembered (but then memories are perhaps getting hazy….). Once again we could enjoy a downhill ride: past Gex, through Cessy and onto Versonnex for lunch. At one stage e-Richard was seen to try and emulate Mervyn’s streamlining to get additional downhill speed (to no avail). With our lunchtime destination almost in sight, the heavens decided to unexpectedly open again but there was no stopping us this time to put on rain gear….the beers could almost be tasted.
Beer delivery……..
Ready to say “Cheers”!
The restaurant Sur l’Ardoise maintained it’s reputation for food and drink. A simple choice of two starters and two main courses on the menu du jour served our needs more than satisfactorily, with everyone opting for the cucumber soup and then a split between chicken and fish main course. The majority then felt that a dessert should be added to aid the calorific input for the trip home. The tarte tatin was excellent! There was some discussion about a possible spouse pick-up but this was soon lost in bikers’ chat about bike design, advantages of gravel bikes, positioning of water bottles etc. as well as not entirely favourable analysis of a certain President’s current activity.
The ride back across the border before Bossy and then onto Collex and through the Versoix woods was challenging enough even without major slopes. By this stage the sun had re-established itself and in the open it was hot and oppressive. The shade of the woods gave pleasant relief. By the time Stephen and PeterD passed our starting point all the other participants had peeled off (Thatcher making a now habitual stop at Jumbo).