There's
no use just sitting round watching the telly through the holidays, as there's
nothing much good on anymore anyway, and even the BBC news is sometimes not all
that much fun these days.
Bois
de la Givrine, 22 December 2005

Kristin
leads up through a steep bit in the Bois de la Givrine, where everyone who tries
to hike in a straight line hikes in circles instead. Everyone I know, anyway.

But
it's a beautiful, cold but sunny day, and hiking in circles is not that bad a
way to spend it.
Bois
de la Pile, 24 December 2005

Christmas
Eve, leaving from the Col de la Givrine and passing La Trelasse farm.

The
Bois de la Pile is a great lot of foresty rough ground at the northwestern foot
of La Dôle, between the Col de la Givrine and the French border. It's all
between about 1200 and 1275 metres altitude.

Kristin
plumbs with her ski pole the limestone hole in the forest floor that she's just
fallen into and fortunately got back out of.

But
further challenges lie ahead.

We
burst out of the nearly-trackless forest near the farm of La Pile Dessus (1235m),
not far from the ski installations leading up to La Dôle. The frontier between
France and Switzerland lies between the farm in the foreground and the one on
the little knoll behind.

Frankly,
we thought we'd hiked much farther by this time, but there it is; this is definitely
La Pile Dessus.

Ski-de-fond
or crosscountry ski tracks loop through the forest and pass right by here, so
La Pile is a popular meeting place for the sportif crowd.

La
Pile Dessus (Upper Pile), 24 December 2005 (Lower Pile, La Pile Dessous, is
over in France across the road.)

La
Dôle from La Pile Dessus, 24 December 2005

Turning
back towards Givrine on a chilly afternoon

Trail
signs point to even more chilly places

Sundown
makes it still a bit chillier. Time for a nice dinner in the auberge in Coinsins.
Grande
Rolat, 25 December 2005

Kristin
and Joe dashing into the forest of Grande Rolat in order to celebrate Christmas
day in true 'White Christmas' style.

Teny
and Kristin lagging behind a bit, discussing personnel issues

Joe
and Kristin leading confidently out into what turned out unwittingly to be a giant
figure-eight, missing, at every stock-taking and scrutiny of the map, every objective.
But we got to meet hikers with two dogs wearing little booties and made it back
to the car just prior to freezing solid.
