Dwight Peck's personal Web site

Winter 2002-2003

Very eventful, but in a quiet way

As round the world some of them were trying in vain to convince the rest of us that it would be a fun idea to go bomb a lot of the folks down in Iraq, D. Peck and friends spent the fall and winter hiding out in the safest place they could think of.

Threatening skies, then some serious wind -- let's go for a walk.
To Mont Tendre.

You may not find this interesting unless you're included here, so this is a good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.

19 January 2003: Former Dean Pirri and Former Hod-Carrier Peck set out for Mont Tendre as the weather begins to cut up rough.

As the sky lowers, Dr Pirri asks "Dare we?" and replies "Of course."

Dean Pirri passes Chalet des Combes (left) and the ski hut of Cunay, watching the sky for any signs of blueness.

Never content to follow the tourist routes, two former college deans wander almost aimlessly through the karst hole country between the Cabane of Cunay and Mont Tendre, glancing at their watches more and more frequently as the afternoon wanes and the winds rise a bit more.

Out of the forest and finally onto the mountain, Dr Pirri dashes upward, trying to encourage his hiking companion, but in vain.

Dr Pirri, along the summit ridge near Mont Tendre, questions the relevance of the United Nations to the modern pre-emptive post-9/11 world.

His companion tut-tuts Dr Pirri's concerns and urges getting off the mountain before the socks freeze up.

Over the ridge, and past the Chalet de Yens on the windswept slopes of Mont Tendre.

Bedraggled and side-slipping down squooshy slopes, Mr Peck asks Mr Pirri: "This was your idea, as I recall, was it? Am I wrong?"

Feedback and suggestions are welcome if positive, resented if negative, . All rights reserved, all wrongs avenged. Posted 25 March 2003, revised 11 October 2008.

 

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