Our intention was to rent the equipment when we arrived at Les Paccots, Dent-de-Lys. However, upon arriving, the line to the only rental shop in town was extremely long and wasn't budging. So we decided to have some beer and pizza. The long line for rental equipment was relentless so we stubbornly decided to just go hiking along the trails that the snowshoers had made. It was a calamitous choice...if that is not a word it clearly should be.
Following are pictures from that adventure.
The spring walk from the apartment to the bus station via Lake Geneva. Seems like rowers in shirtsleeves should mean something. It does not-witness small icebergs.
We have arrived at the famous winter sports village of Les Paccots
Spirits dampened by the line...let's have a beer/pizza and wait it out. Relentlessly cheerful.
Everywhere you turn the views are stunning
Jim is asking me to surrender the camera
Let's just walk this. We don't need no stinking raquetts on our feet.
The beginning of the trail (if you could call it that with snow up to your ankles) is lined with local animal carvings. We brushed the snow off this turkey (the real turkeys were not to be found and are probably cozy and warm in Spain).
Officially in full calamity
After we joined the "real" snowshoe trail it was actually OK to follow with just snow boots and we enjoyed our hike. In fact, I thought the people with the raquetts looks very distracted by their equipment. No one was laughing as much as us.
We completed our hike and went back to meet the bus. Waiting for over an hour, we noticed other people looking at the bus schedule sign, harumphing and walking away. When it was getting dusky and people were leaving in their cars, we decided to walk down this NARROW winding road against the traffic . It was terrifying, seeing the headlights and quickly jumping into a snowbank along the road before being hit. It was over 2 miles to get to the nearest town, Chatel St Denis.
There are no pictures of the interlude from Les Paccots to this happy scene. We rounded out last treacherous curve and there ahead of us is civilization in the form of the tiny village of Chatel St Denis.
When all of a sudden, the town let loose of 1000 balloons. In honor of our survival? No , it was the town's Mardi Gras festival!
Costumes , good eats and confetti everywhere.
This posting is dedicated to our friends in Hawaii right now for Greg Van Pelt's 60 Birthday.
Aloha from Switzerland.