Les Ervuines is one of those peaks that hundreds of people must walk past every year, yet most of them would know nothing about it, or have ever even heard of its name. If you search for information about Les Ervuines, you won't find much, and you'll even see it referred to as "Les Erouines" (with an "o" instead of a "v") ... which is because the "v" looks a bit like an "o" on the topographic map (Carte Nationale de la Suisse, 1:25,000, 1202, Orbe). Even so, it does appear on registers of named Swiss peaks and, being on my list of Jura peaks at "Number 30", was ready to be ticked-off this fine Sunday morning (15 December, 2013).
At least it was "fine" in St George when we left home, and it was "fine" in Baulmes when we arrived there to start our walk. But it was far from "fine" all the way between these two end-points - as the entire Swiss Plateau below about 500 metres was enveloped in a typical winter "Mer de Nuage" (Sea of Clouds) that smothered any sign of there being a fine day in the mountains above. So it was fabulous to emerge again from that fog - as we drove up towards Baulmes, and to see Les Rebans and Mont de Baulmes shining in the morning sun above the town.
As per our last visit to the town, we parked just near the old church (678m.a.s.l.) and, at about 10.30am, started heading up the hill out of town. (We were last here in July, when we climbed Aiguilles de Baulmes, Les Rebans and Mont de Baulmes. You can read about that trip here.) Just after we'd crossed over the the Baumine River - that runs through the town - we turned left onto a small side street called the Rue de la Montagne and headed north out of town.
After passing just a few houses along the road we got onto a pleasant, leaf-littered forest trail that meandered uphill, alongside the Baumine. It was immediately a soothing feeling to be walking in the forest with a bubbling brook singing-out alongside us as we walked. Just 15 minutes up the trail, we intersected an icy road, with an equally icy bridge, that marked our first real way-point of the day. Last time we were here, we headed straight-on, up the hill towards Mont de Baulmes. But this time we turned left, across the bridge, heading west-southwest in the direction marked "Le Suchet: 2h 30 min: Sentier de la Crête".
After gingerly slip-sliding and skating our way across the bridge (we'd decided to take a punt on leaving our snow-shoes behind today, and to do all of today's hike in just our walking boots), we equally gingerly negotiated the first icy steps of the slope - that would eventually lead us all the way to Les Ervuines, and Le Suchet further beyond.
No fresh snow has fallen on the Jura for the past two weeks, and having had an intervening period of sunshine and rain, much of the lovely blanket that we'd walked on to the Haut du Mollendruz was now gone. However there were still patches of snow - either on the highest peaks, or in sheltered and shaded aspects, and in some places this had partially melted before being refrozen as long swaths of ice. Not surprisingly, we nearly took a few tumbles as we negotiated the first, steep rise on the northern side of the ridge that we were ascending, but were soon onto the ridgeline where the sun had pretty much burnt away all of the ice and snow. This ridge defined this walk ... as we were pretty much on it for the entire rest of the ascent - from Baulmes to Les Ervuines.
All along the ridgeline we passed a series of substantial milestones, and I couldn't help but think we were missing something significant about this ridge. Did it mark a boundary of some description? It didn't look like it from the map, so it left me wondering. We also passed a point on the map marked "Fortification Prehistorique de l'Ermitage" - which apparently marks a site which dates back to the prehistoric cave-dwellers and early hunters and gathers who settled in the hills around here about 12,000 years ago.
All of this first part of the walk was through dense mixed deciduous and coniferous forest, which made for very pleasant conditions: Lots of shade, lots of leaf-litter underfoot and gorgeous surroundings filled with moss, lichens and vegetation in every stage of growing, dying and decaying. It really was a beautiful way to spend a Sunday morning. In some places millions of fir leaves (tiny thin "needles", about a centimetre or two in length) covered the patches of snow like "hundreds and thousands" candy. About a kilometre into our walk we reached the crest of an un-named hill - at 1079m - from which we then headed downslope
We quickly dropped down to about 1050 metres - where we encountered a snow-smothered roadway that cut over the mountain ridge just east of the "Les Mouilles" farmhouse. Both the road and the farmhouse were closed for winter. We crossed over the road, and headed on up the ridgeline - further along le Sentier de la Crête.
In other places, the route became a tangle of fallen trees, decaying logs and "untidy" undergrowth. It sure made for an interesting hike.
The higher we climbed, the more the forest canopy thinned-out, which occasionally afforded us glimpses of the landscape beyond the surrounds of our immediate forest. Most imposing - to our north - were the cliffs and rocky crags of Aiguilles de Baulmes. Below their cliffs we could see the Les Prax, Les Crébillons and Les Nax farmhouses, now all abandoned for winter of course.
At about 1430 metres (in altitude), we broke out of the forest and for the first time got a clear view of the Alps far to the south, and the intervening "Mer de Nuage" that blanketed the Swiss Platueau. It truly was a glorious sight on such a sunny day, and it felt so good to up here above the clouds. Now out of the shade of the forest, we were in glorious sunshine ourselves - for the first time really, so we stopped briefly for an energy bar and sip of lemon water, and to take a few photographs of the scenery around us, including of some of the gnarly old mountain trees - some of which were still standing, while others were fallen, lying like sun-bleached skeletons across or near our trail.
Approaching 1500 metres, the ridgeline became more pronounced again, and conveniently (in case one ever got stuck up here in a winter white-out or blackened stormy night) was marked by a line of somewhat rickety fence posts. Once again we stopped to take in the views, and to take a few photos of the world around us. It truly was spectacular.
At about 1pm, two-and-a-half-hours after we'd left Baulmes, we reached the highest point of Les Ervuines - 1538 metres. It was marked by a crumbly-looking cairn, which looked hastily built with not a lot of attention to aesthetics, and a steel pole alongside a rock on which someone had scrawled "1540" in red paint. (It's actually registered as 1538m on all of the lists that I've come across, so that's what it's going down as). Not surprisingly (because it's not on everyone's list of burning places to visit, and also being so close to the higher, and more distinguishable, adjacent Le Suchet summit), we had the peak all to ourselves. We found a great vantage point to sit back and gaze at the Alps while we ate our lunch.
The name "Ervuines" is thought to be derived from an ancient word rouvenes and old French word ruvines - which means "sloping ravine" or "scree". It also means "ruins". In base Latin, it is derived from ruina - which means ruins, but also (appropriately - given where we were standing on the clifftops) "fall, collapse, disaster". We'd be having none of that thank you!
After lunch, and a lazy half-hour of Alp-gazing, we took a last look around the peak before heading on our way. Being "nullarbor", it was possible to get magnificent, uninterrupted 360 degree panoramas. We snapped-off the usual "we were here" type photographs.
At about 1.30pm, we grabbed our backpacks, and headed on up the mountain. We were already three hours on the trail and were heading "out", rather than "back", so had decided to get a move on. From Les Ervuines we could see the steel geodesic pyramid atop Le Suchet, so hastened in that direction. Well "hastened" may be too strong a word, because we stopped quite a few times to gaze at the view around us, and to take a few more photos, of course.
Obviously, it didn't take us too long to cover the last 650 metres between the two peaks, and we were soon standing under the distinctive steel pyramid at Le Suchet (1588m). As I mentioned earlier, we'd been here almost exactly a year ago (on 25 December 2012), so we didn't stay too long this time - just long enough to snap-off a "selfie" to record the moment, and a few pics of the surrounding vistas, before heading on our way.
We toyed with the idea of doing an out-and-back route that would mean retracing our steps, but the thought of heading down the steep icy ridge we'd encountered at the start of the day - in the last hours of the day, while tired - didn't sound like an appealing option. Fortunately we had two other options in front of us. One option was to drop down the south face of Le Suchet to the bottom of the mountain and then to pick-up a road or track heading north that would take us back to Baulmes. This would at least give us views of the Alps as we descended, and keep us on the sunny side of the ridgeline. The other option was to drop down on the north face of the mountain, and into the sheltered high-valley snowfields and to make our way back to Baulmes on roughly the same route we'd used when returning from Aiguilles de Baulmes in July. We "ummed" and "ahhed" about it for awhile, then chose the second option, and headed over the ridgeline and down into the steep forested slopes towards Grange Neuve.
Eventually we broke out of the forest and back out into the glorious sunshine. Below us, to our left, we could see the Noirvaux farmhouse, while up ahead of us Grange Neuve served as a distinctive landmark. We passed the snow-shoers, which meant from time to time we found ourselves in unbroken snow, but never more than about 20 or 30 centimetres deep, so not too hard going. Just good fun.
Now down on relatively flat land, we followed a traverse that slowly cut across the contours and down to the farmhouse - at 1356 metres. Once again, we didn't hang around long. Grange Neuve is a popular buvette during spring, summer and autumn, but it was now closed for winter, so we just took a few photos, and continued northeast down the valley.
The trail from here followed a snow-covered road along a gentle, valley-floor route which had Aiguilles de Baulmes on one side (to our left) and the cliffs of Les Ervuines to our right. With our shadows ever lengthening, and the afternoon light ever-warming, it was a magic way to finish-off the hike.
Our next way-point was a trail intersection near the Les Prax farmhouse, about a kilometre east of the Col de l'Aiguillon and the French border. We continued in an easterly direction, further down the valley - with Mont de Baulmes on the horizon ahead of us.
We passed by Les Crébillons and Les Nax farmhouses (also abandoned for winter), then plunged back into the forest, saying "goodbye" to the last rays of sunshine that we'd feel on our backs, as we did so. Occasionally we got glimpses of the sun shining on the cliffs of Les Rebans and Mont de Baulmes high up to our left, but mostly it was shady and cold ... and increasingly gloomy. It wasn't all gloomy though, as we chanced upon three lovely-looking roe deer, that were content to just stand their ground in the forest and watch us ... watching them. Nice.
At about 1090 metres, we left the snow and ice-covered road that we'd been following since Les Prax, and turned right (south) onto a "rough-and-ready" hiking trail that took us more-or-less directly down through the forest - southeast towards Baulmes. At different times, it was either snowy, muddy, slushy, rocky or leafy underfoot, so we trod carefully as we slipped and slid our way down the last kilometre of the mountainside. Eventually we heard the bubbling sounds of the Baumine River again, and knew we were close to finishing our walk.
At about 4.30pm we arrived back in Baulmes - six hours after we'd departed from there earlier in the day. By now the sun had disappeared below the horizon, and a warm-coloured glow was lighting-up the clouds in the skies above. Unfortunately it wasn't too warm standing alongside the Baulmes church (it was about zero degrees), so we quickly dropped our packs in the car, and headed home to St George.
It had been a great day in the Jura, and another winning walk to add to our growing list of Jura Mountain rambles.
Jura peaks bagged:
- Les Ervuines (No 30) 1538m
- Le Suchet (No 19) 1588 (previously climbed on 25 December 2012. See report here.)