Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Le Chasseron (No 14)


Le Chasseron, the 14th highest peak in the Jura Mountains, is unmistakable, yet is often confused with Chasseral (the 13th highest peak), which we trekked to in September. Adding to their confusion, they are both virtually the same height - with Le Chasseron 1606.6 metres (rounded-up to 1607), and Chasseral 1607.4 (rounded-down to 1607) - and both have their names from the same origins: the place of la chasse - the chase, the hunt. A good place to go hunting for wild game.

Fortunately they are both good places to go hiking as well, and the trip to the top of Le Chasseron on Sunday (21 October) reinforced this peak's reputation as one of the best day hikes in the Jura. We headed up there from the village of Sainte Croix (or Sainte-Croix or Ste-Croix - depending on which map/sign/book you're looking at), which is about 10 kilometres northwest of Yverdon-les-Bains, the picturesque town located at the southern end of Lac de Neuchâtel.

The road up the Jura escarpment was a classic switchback-abundant, zig-zag, mountain-side road that took us from the relatively low-land Swiss plateau to the first saddle (or "col") of the Jura's highest ridgeline - the south-eastern chain, the "Balcon de Léman", which rises steeply to the village of Ste-Croix.

 The church in Sainte-Croix and trail sign to Le Chasseron.

We parked just below the Sainte-Croix church, and, without much ado, grabbed our back-packs and (at about 10am) headed north out of town. The trail virtually started right at the church's back door. Ste-Croix is famous for lots of reasons - but mostly because of its music boxes, and the fact that the famous 18th century writer, philosopher, botanist, wanderer and explorer Jean-Jacques Rousseau used to hang around here back in the 1760s. He lived in the nearby village of Môtiers from 1762 to 1765, and frequently wandered around the hills in the vicinity of Le Chasseron. Whilst living in Môtiers, Rousseau fell in love with the Jura Mountains, and took every opportunity to hike into its highlands - including to Le Chasseron - in search of "plants and inspiration". Suitably inspired by such walks, he wrote his famous books: Reveries of the Solitary Walker and Letters written from the Mountains, which were filled with vivid descriptions of the landscape. He once wrote: "I cannot possibly describe how pleasant it is here in the warm season". One account of Rousseau said: "his depiction of nature as an object of contemplation rather than a source of imminent danger triggered a flow of foreign visitors eager to see the Swiss countryside for themselves. Some used his novel Julie, or the new Heloise as a travel guide ... Scores of English romantics followed his lead, becoming the first tourists to visit the Jura Mountains".

The music box heritage dates back to about a hundred years after Rousseau - to 1850, when the Swiss watch-making industry went through a bit of an economic crisis, prompting the watchmakers of Sainte Croix to diversify into manufacturing new products: music boxes. This proved to be sufficiently profitable for the industry to take-on some degree of permanence, and gave the town a whole new reputation. Apparently the local music box museum and workshop are well worth a visit. It's not open on Sundays, and besides, we were itching to "hit the road", and so we didn't hang around for very long.

The trail heading out of Ste-Croix is along the famous "Chemin des Crêtes du Jura" transjurassien trail. Initially it went straight uphill, out of town, and into a wonderful deciduous forest ablaze with autumn colours. The path was covered with fallen leaves, and neither of us could resist the childhood urge to shuffle our boots along the ground as we went - kicking up leaves along the way. That was fun.

Leaves cover the track heading out of Ste-Croix.

About one and a half kilometres from Ste-Croix, just past a farm-house, we reached a walking-trail-crossroad at a place called Les Praises (1255m).

 Trail-signs at Les Praises.

After scrutinizing the signs, and our topographic map, we turned east and headed along a gentle incline which took us into a (mainly) coniferous forest - which is more typical of the Jura's higher landscapes. The track was a two-wheeled limestone road that obviously universally serves the needs of the foresters, farmers, ski-lift operators and skiers, refuge owners and visitors, mountain hotels/restaurants, hikers, etc.

Lis heading east on the Les Praises-La Casba forest road.

Fortunately we only had to follow it for about a kilometre, before we turned onto a grassy/rocky walking track that headed north towards Le Chasseron. The turn-off was just south of a mountain hut/refuge/restaurant called "La Casba", which was located near a whole bunch of ski-lift apparatus servicing the ski-field around Le Cochet. A little further along the track we reached Les Avattes - another chalet that doubles-up as a restaurant, serving hikers, skiers and motorists probably all-year-round. A magnificent aroma tantalizingly wafted over our trail, with the smell of a wood fire burning away, and something sizzling (la chasse?). But we resisted the urge to investigate, and pushed-on up the hill.

Passing by Les Avattes (1458m).

Les Avattes must be quite a destination in itself, because from there-on the path (now looking more rocky and rustic like the "Chemin des Crêtes du Jura" should) became increasing less-trodden. At first, it led up a steep hillside through a last patch of forest, then out onto open mountain pasture and, finally, a sharp rocky ridgeline called le Petites Roches (the "Little Rocks"). This ridge - with gentle sloping pasture-land on one side (the east), and steep, rocky, forested slopes on the other (the west) provided our first good clear views over the surrounding Jura, and distant lakes and Alps. Unfortunately, the latter were little more than fuzzy outlines in a blue-grey haze - that hung over the Neuchâtel and Léman lakes. There were no amazing views to be enjoyed today.

Standing atop the western (Jura) side of the Petites Roches ridgeline.

The highest point of les Petites Roches - at 1583 metres - was our first destination for the day, being number 21 on our list of the Jura's highest named peaks.

 The top of Petites Roches.

Once we got there, we stayed just long enough to take the obligatory celebratory photograph, to check-out the surrounding landscape, and take a few more pics. There was a stiff wind blowing-in from the Alps, which meant that every time we stopped walking, we needed to pull-on a windbreaker, and every time we started walking again, we needed to take it off.

Flying the flag at the top of Les Petites Roches, with the cliffs of Le Chasseron further along the ridgeline in the background.

Looking west towards Mont de la Maya (the peak in the middle distance) and Le Sollier farmhouse (in the valley below).

To the north lies Roches Blanches, towering above La Merla farmhouse.

Looking southwest back down the ridgeline, with Le Suchet and les Aiguilles des Baulmes in the distance at left, and Mont d'Or in the far distance above the hikers in the centre.

Looking northeast along the ridgeline towards the top of Le Chasseron.

We were soon back on our way, dropping down from Petites Roches into a bit of a swale just east of Crêt de Gouilles (1524 metres), and following the trail that skirted along the cliff-faces. The views were amazing and, from time to time, we stopped to take more photographs - mainly of les Petites Roches behind us and Le Chasseron looming ahead.

 Lis at the cliff-tops just southeast of Le Chasseron.

The west face of Le Chasseron.

It didn't take us long to cover the last kilometre or so between Petites Roches and Le Chasseron, and we soon passed the Hôtel du Chasseron - the mountaintop hotel/restaurant that is perched on the slopes just south of the summit. Far below us, through the haze, we could see the town of Yverdon-les-Bains - from where Rousseau had been evicted (he was "persecuted by the authorities" - partly for his "worship of nature"), just before he moved to Môtiers in the 1760s.

The Hôtel du Chasseron. Lazy diners can drive all the way up here from the village of Bullet, about 500 metres (in altitude) below.

The view from the hotel terrace over Lac de Neuchâtel and Yverdon-les-Bains.

Uninspired by the look of the hotel, we scrambled like a pair of mountain goats up the last rocky outcrop and stood at the edge of the abrupt cliff-face atop the Jura's 14th highest summit - Le Chasseron (1607m). Lis snapped a pic of me standing at the summit under the big geodesic signal pyramid that marks the highest point. This had been erected in 1989 - to replace the original one that had been there since 1901.

At the top of Le Chasseron, 1606.6 metres above sea level.

It was now about mid-day, and for the first time the skies above us were seriously clouding-over. There was little to see towards the Alps, where (as the very informative panorama information panel told us), one could normally see the magnificent chain of Savoy, Valais and Bernese Alpine peaks. Those who've made it to the top on clearer days also normally get great views of three lakes - Neuchâtel, Biel and Murten (and limited views of a fourth - Lac Léman) - and the Fribourg plateau.

 Thanks for the panorama panel Monsieur Jaccard-Lenoir, but there were no Alps on show today.

The wind was cold and cutting, so we once again pulled-on our windbreakers, and found a place in a hollow behind some rocks where we could hunker-down for lunch. A picnic lunch at the top of the Jura, who could ask for more? Hot tea, bread, cheese, chocolate and a nip of French brandy - all while taking-in a magnificent view over the Jura Mountains. Absolute bliss!

Lis at our lunch spot at the top of Le Chasseron.

After lunch we wandered around the summit, taking-in the scenery, and enjoying the occasional burst of sunlight that broke through the passing clouds and lit-up the mountain-top. As usual, I took about a hundred photographs.

Lis at the top of the world, with Roches Blanches - through which runs the boundary between the cantons of Vaud and Neuchâtel - in the background.

Looking northeast towards the northern Jura.

Lis taking-in the arc Jurassien - on the Chemin des Crêtes du Jura walking trail.

I'm not exactly sure what this two-metre high inscription was all about, but it was certainly impressive.

A view towards the west - of the Jura's parallel and diminishing ridgelines.

A last look back at the sunlit summit of Le Chasseron.

One of the most interesting stories about Le Chasseron dates back to 1850, when a young man collecting plant specimens at the foot of the mountain found a handful of old Roman coins. Not surprisingly, hundreds of amateur fossickers followed in his footsteps in subsequent years - scouring the site and discovering a multitude of objects, including more coins, and pieces of jewellery, pottery and other objects. This is how the discovery was reported in the Gazette de Lausanne:

"A few weeks ago, a young man engaged in collecting plants at the foot of Chasseron found a Roman coin, whilst snatching a plant. It was soon known in (the towns of) Fleurier and Sainte Croix. Therefore, many people of these localities have been excavating the site and found so far, about two hundred Roman medals ... Also found were bricks, fragments of vases, almost-intact bells, iron tools, etc."

The site was further studied by a man named Julien Gruaz, who described the site in some detail in an account entitled "Le Chasseron temples and Mountains" - which was published in the Vaudoise History Journal in 1913. He wrote that: "the site had probably been first used by the Gauls, and then the Romans, as a temple at which they could devote themselves to their gods in some high places". He wrote (with some degree of lyricism, but here slightly lost in translation): "In relation to a huge space, where exist to infinity a variety of sites amid soft undulating lines; where the contrasts of light and shadow, storm and weather deploy powerful effects, it seems that the veneration shines on mountaintops would associate the worship of the gods - at all times exercised over the human soul, and the forces of nature".

The site was most comprehensively examined in the summers of 2004 and 2005 - by a team of archaeologists led by Professor Thierry Luginbühl from the "Institute of Archaeology and Sciences of the Antiquity" at the University of Lausanne. These more thorough and professional excavations "shed far more light on the site, revealing distinct foundations of the temple/shrine, completely exposing the remaining walls, and even discovering fragments of Roman tiles which once adorned its floors and walls".

Looking again southwest back down the ridgeline, with Le Suchet and les Aiguilles des Baulmes on the left, and Mont d'Or in the far distance on the right - behind the top of Petites Roches.

With no such antiquity to arouse our interest, and suitably rested, we re-shouldered our packs and began retracing our steps down the mountain. Fortunately the back-tracking only lasted a few hundred metres - where we stopped to check-out an interesting monument called "the Stone of Peace". This is a huge gneiss boulder that had been originally dragged from miles away by an ancient glacier, and deposited somewhere near the village of Bullet at the foot of Le Chasseron. It was placed up near Le Chasseron as a monument to peace, and had engraved into its upper surface - by sculptor Jacqueline Jeanneret from Col des Roches - the symbols of ancient and more-modern religious faiths - surrounding the mathematical sign for infinity.

The Peace Stone just below Le Chasseron.

At this point, we took a trail that headed down the escarpment on the western side of the ridgeline - towards the farmhouse called La Merla (1390m). Although steep and rocky when we first dropped-over the cliff-tops, the path was mostly a gentle zig-zag down the side of the valley to the valley floor where the farm's summer homestead was located.

Lis leading the way down the mountain, with Petites Roches high on her left and (our next destination summit) Mont de la Maya on her right.

On the farm track heading towards La Merla farmhouse, with Mont de la Maya on the right.

In the valley floor, just south of La Merla, and looking back up towards the summit of Le Chasseron.

This is a lovely, flat section of the trail, and we made good time to our next landmark - another mountain farm homestead that annually bursts into life during Switzerland's warmer months - called Le Sollier. From here we turned a sharp right, towards the northwest, and headed straight-up the slope towards the summit of Mont de la Maya.

Lis heading-up the southern slope of Mont de la Maya, with Le Chasseron and La Merla farmhouse in the background to the northeast.

The slope got progressively steeper, such that by the time we were approaching the top we were having to zig-zag back and forward across the slope to gain height. It was too steep to go straight-up. Even though Mont de la Maya is way down on the list of the Jura's highest peaks (1465 metres, and number 54), it felt more like a mountaintop than many of the higher peaks we've climbed. Not surprisingly, the trail to the top isn't even marked on most maps. To most hikers passing by, it's another obscure summit (only climbed by "collectors"). Lis reckons I'm the Jura Mountains' equivalent of a "twitcher" (for those who don't know the term, it's applied to bird-watching enthusiasts "who travel long distances to see a rare bird - which they would then tick, or check-off, on their list".

And after one last scramble over some rocks, we found ourselves at the top of Mont de la Maya. The peak gets its name from the Latin word meta, which means "cone or pyramid", and generally applies to a place with a conical top. We didn't stay there for very long - pausing just long enough to catch our breath, have a drink of water, munch-down a snack bar, and then take the obligatory "proof-I-was-there" photograph.

At the highest-point survey marker atop Mont de la Maya. Roches Blanches lies to the north in the background.

We retraced our steps back down the mountain - to a set of walking trail "cross-roads", just east of Le Sollier farmhouse. We took the lesser-travelled route towards the south, which took us back into the coniferous forest below Petites Roches, and led us towards our final destination - the top of Le Cochet.

Le Sollier farmhouse (1373 metres).

About one-and-a-half kilometres further down the track, we turned-off to the west, and made our way up the slopes of Le Cochet - following a thin sinuous clearing through the forest that was obviously a winter ski piste. We were just near the "La Casba" chalet again.

Lis on the way up the northern side of Le Cochet, with the summit of Petites Roches in the background.

Sometime around 2.30pm, we reached the top of Le Cochet (at 1483.3 metres, it's number 49 on the list). Tick. (It's been a good day for a Jura twitcher - four peaks, and four ticks - bringing the total number of peaks "ticked-off" in my "Jura Seven Summits" project thus far - to 38.) Le Cochet gets its name from the surname of an old farming family who once lived in the district, and probably owned the mountain pastures around the peak.

The top of Le Cochet, with the ubiquitous summit cross. This one was erected on 17 October 1964, replacing the original cross put up here by locals in October 1938.

Sur le sommet du Cochet.

Looking down on Ste-Croix.

Unfortunately, although only mid-afternoon, the day hadn't got any warmer, the cold wind still chilled us whenever we stopped walking, and the clouds and haze blanketed-out any chance we had of getting good views of the peaks on the horizon. So, as soon as we'd taken our photographs, we charged-off down the mountainside, following a rough path that wound its way down the hillside under the ski-lifts on the eastern side of the mountain.

We soon re-encountered the trail that we'd been on earlier in the day, just near "La Casba", so we turned south and headed back towards Ste-Croix. Ironically, as soon as we got back into the lower altitudes, the wind dropped, the clouds began to clear and the sun came out. As it had been in the morning, the countryside was once again bathed in glorious sunshine as we headed back into the deciduous forest.

Lis heading into the forest just above Ste-Croix.

A distinctive yellow diamond trail marker in the forest.

Emerging from the autumn-gold-filled forest just above Ste-Croix.

We got back to the car sometime just after 3pm - making the hike roughly five hours long. As had been the case on every Jura Mountain ramble thus far, we'd had a great time, had seen some great views, and talked about when we'll come back and do this hike again: Perhaps in mid-winter, or mid summer, or .....

Jura peaks bagged:
  • Le Chasseron (No. 14) 1607m
  • Petites Roches (No. 21) 1583m
  • Le Cochet (No. 49) 1483m
  • Mont de la Maya (No. 54) 1465m
Trivia:
  • Putting it into perspective, Le Chasseron is apparently the 6,183rd highest peak in Switzerland.
  • Regarding its name, Le Chasseron is also thought to be derived from the Latin saxon, which means "rocks", and which became sasse, then Sasseron. Other accounts suggest Le Chasseron may once have also been called "Sucheron".

Monday, October 15, 2012

Mont d'Or (No 55)

 Les ors de l'automne (the golden colours of autumn).

 The spectacle which is Mont d'Or is a very appropriate Jurassic destination when the colours of autumn are turning all of the Jura's deciduous trees' leaves into lovely golden hues of yellow, amber, orange, brown and red. It was too bad the weather turned more winter than autumn, i.e., sans sunshine, but the reputation of Mont d'Or still provided the promise of some amazing experiences and spectacular views. Actually Mont d'Or doesn't get its name from "gold". Its name is thought to originate from either an old French variant of "Alp" (Au); or (more likely) the French word for bears "our" - and refers to it being a place frequented by bears ("once upon a time"). Given the day (the weather) and the age, we didn't expect to see either Alps or bears today.

Another version of the story is that the name owes its origins to the golden sunlight which bounces off the mountain's magnificent eastward-facing limestone cliff-faces every bright sunny morning. But that didn't seem to be right to us either - especially on the bleak, overcast day that shadowed the mountain throughout the day while we were there.

The cliffs of Mont d'Or.

In yet another nomenclature option, there is apparently a local legend that the name originates from centuries ago after a local shepherd discovered a vein of gold somewhere on the mountainside. With his new-found wealth, he approached the nearby Lord of Joux in order to present a proposal of marriage to the Lord's beautiful daughter. Foolishly, while doing his best to present himself well during conversations, and in order to demonstrate the reality of his wealth, he revealed the location of his golden deposit. Seizing the opportunity to expand his own wealth, the rather unscrupulous lord rapidly responded by throwing the shepherd into a dungeon in the depths of the lord's famous fortress castle, and stealing the poor man's gold. The mountain was thereafter called Mont d'Or in memory of the stolen mineral wealth and the hapless shepherd.

Mont d'Or is located in the heart of folded, French, Jura Mountain dairy country, and is famous for the cheese which bears its name - Vacherin Mont d'Or - which some claim to be the best cheese in France and Switzerland. Hmmm, I'm not the best judge of warm, soft, creamy, molten Jura cheeses, so I'll decline to say anything on the grounds that I might incriminate myself. The cheese is only produced during the colder, winter months (between September and May), when the local breed of cows - called the Montbéliardes, a piebald red-and-white variety which has been bred here for more than 300 years - are holed-up in local farmers' barns. The cheese comes distinctively packaged in round wooden boxes.

 Here's a Vacheron Mont-D'Or from our local fromagerie in St George.

We drove to the foot of the mountain and parked the car on the outskirts of a tiny village called Les Tavins - which is just over the French border about three kilometres north of Vallorbe. From Les Tavins, we drove about a kilometre south - on a mountain track that led into the foothills between Mont d'Or and the Jougnena river - where we parked the car at the bottom of a ski lift located just near the Piquemiette Chalet. The latter was closed now, but looked like it might be a pumping place when the skiers start turning up here in a couple of months.

 The Télésiège des Roches at la Piquemiette - with the cliffs of Mont d'Or in the background.

We were only anticipating about a four hour walk, so didn't arrive there until about noon, hoping that the bleak morning's weather would lift as the day wore-on and warmed-up. Unfortunately it didn't, and by the time we set-off at 12.20pm, the conditions were still overcast and cool. A brisk wind whistled-in from the south. We stopped briefly to check-out the Refuge de Piquemiette (1058 metres), then headed into the forest on a trail called the "Le Tour du Mont d'Or". The trail is marked by distinctive yellow and blue stripes along much the way - in the (largely) French portion, (and by the distinctive red and white striped mountain trail signs in the relatively short Swiss section).

It's hard to miss these along the route.

 Lis heading into the forest along the lovely leafy trail.

About a kilometre along the trail, in the vicinity of a patch of forest called "Source du Creux Soudet", we came upon a stone marker which marked the border between France and Switzerland. It dated back to 1649. We were heading back into the wilds of the Swiss Jura.

 The French side of the border.

I read somewhere that on the Swiss side of the border, you'll find chamois, boar and other wild creatures, and on the French side: les Montbéliardes (the local cows). In another account it had the wildlife living on the cliff-faces, and the cows on the flatter mountain pasturages. Unfortunately, we didn't see any wild fauna, but did see lots of wild mushrooms - of all colours - red, white, red-and-white, orange, pink, yellow, grey ... and they all looked beautiful .... but deadly.




These were our favourites.

Suddenly we found ourselves in a clearing, on a mountain pasture that provided the first inkling of the kind of views we were going to see today. A high layer of cloud blanketed all western Switzerland (and eastern France) as far as the eye could see, under which we were able to get some surreal views of the distant Alps and a few of our favourite Alpine landmarks - including Mont Blanc and les Dent du Midi. Closer to where we were standing, we could also see the Dent de Vaulion (1483m, No. 47) across the Orbe valley to our south.

The majestic Alps on the horizon above the easternmost and highest ridgeline of the Jura.

The massif du Mont-Blanc (I took this photo from the Col du Marchairuz on the way up to Mont d'Or earlier in the morning).

The distinctive peaks of the Dents du Midi (to the right) which Lis and I hiked around in 2010.

The trail then turned-off to the west, and headed back into the forest. It was lovely being in the woods in "the fall" - with leaves tumbling and cascading out of the tree tops to litter the path ahead of us. It was quite magical.

Multi-hued autumn leaves litter our trail to the top of Mont d'Or.

About two kilometres down the trail we encountered our first landmark - the Pralioux Dessus farmhouse and, perched above it, the Club Alpine Suisse (CAS) mountain refuge hut peculiarly called Cabane Gym.

Lis heading past Pralioux Dessus, with Cabane Gym on the ridgeline in the background.


I loved this sign erected just outside the farmhouse, which says: "Livestock loose. Parking at your risk and peril".

From there, the route turned to the north, taking us uphill on a (at times) hard-to-distinguish trail through the forest, that suddenly opened-up onto alpine pastures near the top of the Mont d'Or cliffs. Along the way, we skirted past another CAS mountain refuge - the Cabane du Mont d'Or (1373m), then wandered over towards the top of the cliffs. A fierce wind blasted against our backs, threatening to blow us off the mountain.

The cabane du Mont d'Or, with the summit of Le Suchet (No. 19 on the list of the Jura's highest peaks) in the background.

We now found ourselves on a section of the tour called the "Sentier des crêtes" - marked by gentle alpine pasturage on the one side (on our left, the west while heading north), and precipitous 200 metre cliffs on the other. It was a time for paying attention to where one put one's feet.


That was a hard ask, considering the amazing views that now lay before us. For the first time we could really see where our forest trail had taken us - close now to the top of the mountain, as well as the valley floor from where we had started the walk, and an amazing Jura panorama beyond.

Looking back along the trail at the top of the Mont d'Or ridgeline.

The view towards the east with (left-to-right) the villages of Jougne, Le Moulin, la Ferrière and Les Echampes in the centre, and an impressive line-up Jura peaks on the horizon, including (right to left) Le Suchet, les Aiguilles des Baulmes, le Chasseron and Le Soliat (Creux du Van). In one clearing down there somewhere (in the centre) is our car.

We were soon at the highest point of Mont d'Or (1463m). It was now about 2pm - an hour and 40 minutes after when we'd first hit the trail. The wind was turbulent and blisteringly cold, and doing its best to blow us off the mountain-top, so we scampered down just over the edge of the cliff-face, found a ledge, and hunkered down behind the rocks to break-out our trail lunch. Our tried-and-true trail mix was just the tonic to battle the near-Arctic winds that were howling through the skies above us - as we downed our "traditional" fare of bread and cheese, which we washed-down with two thermoses of hot tea, and capped-off with a bar of dark Toblerone chocolate and nip of French brandy to celebrate the summit.

Lis near the summit of le Mont d'Or.

Looking east from the summit of Mont d'Or.

Ricardo flying the flag at the top of Mont d'Or.

Suitably refuelled, and now wrapped-up in our polar fleeces and windbreakers, we continued north along the Sentiers des Crêtes totally "gobsmacked" (there's no better term) by the views that continually unfolded in front of us.

The cliffs of Mont d'Or.

It took us ages to traverse the last kilometre or so of the total 2.5 kilometre clifftop - as we kept on stopping to take photos or to just sit and take-in the incredible panorama in front of us. Not surprisingly, it's a popular launching pad for paragliders (from the cliff-face - when the weather conditions are right), and for skiers (on the more gentile slopes - when the landscape is blanketed in snow in mid-winter). There are ski lifts all over the slopes from the east and the west - with quite a few converging on the summit of le Morond (1419m), about a kilometre to our north.

Paragliders love jumping off here! Not me.

Lis on top of the world at Mont d'Or.

The queen of the mountain.

Hanging ten above the magnificent Mont d'Or amphitheatre.

Looking south along the cliff-face.


Taking-in the last views of the cliffs and scree slopes far below, with our route back heading down that ridgeline behind Lis.


A last look to the south, with the "Sous des Falaises du Mont D'Or" trail on the left, below the cliffs, that we will need to be on in about an hour.

La Piquemiette is way down there in the distance on the far left.

It's mid-October, the days are getting shorter, and the sun was starting to drop out of the skies, so we decided to make our way back down the mountain. We headed to the northern end of the cliffs, then further on to the end of the Sentier des Crêtes trail - just below Le Morond (1419m). From there we made our own way down a ski piste (at this time of the year, a long, thin and sinewy mountain pasture) that zig-zagged its way down the mountain, around an escarpment called "le Troupezy", and through a magnificent multi-coloured autumn forest. It wasn't hard to work out why this neck of the woods had hosted the World Mountainbike Downhill Championships in 1993 (they were based in the tiny town of Métabief, about two kilometres north of le Morond).

For the first time all day, the sun momentarily broke through the clouds - giving us a fleeting glipse of the radiance around us ... then disappeared again.

It was a teaser of "what might have been".

We continued on down the trail until we intersected the "Chamois" section of the "Sous les Falaises du Mont d'Or" trail path. (Under the cliffs of Mont d'Or).


Looking back up towards the cliffs, it was hard to get a real idea of just how high and precipitous they were. We vowed we'd have to come back here again, and do an early morning walk in mid-summer when this valley would be filled with golden sunlight; or perhaps also in mid-winter, on snow-shoes, through one of the planet's most amazing landscapes. Imagine this place covered in snow, with huge fluffy snow-flakes swirling and tumbling all around you.

Lis on the trail under the cliffs of Mont d'Or.

Right on cue, a huge gust of wind roared through the forest, crashing into the cliffs and sweeping-up the precipitous face. With it came a billion golden leaves - rising, falling, swirling and eddying - all around us. I tried to capture the moment in a photograph, but just couldn't do justice to the unreal atmosphere.

All of the brown spots are autumn leave. It was magical.

The words to California Dreamin' (famous 60s song by the Mamas and the Papas), that I'd been singing in the car on the way out here this morning, came back into my head:

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I went for a walk
On a winter's day
I'd be safe and warm
If I was in LA (or St George)
California dreamin'
On such a winter's day.


Before we knew it, we were at the top (the end of the line so to speak) of the Télésiège des Roches, and after one last look over our shoulders at the majestic cliffs of Mont d'Or, we headed straight down the mountainside (literally) to where we'd left the car.

 The last section of our hike - coming straight down the mountain under the ski lifts.

At about 4.30pm, we arrived back at the car park, where we decided unanimously that this (although ranked "only" number 56 among the Jura's highest peaks) had to be among the best top-five hikes in the Jura for sheer enjoyment and spectacle. To paraphrase Arnie the Terminator: We'll be back!

Jura peaks bagged:
  • Mont d'Or (No. 55) 1463m