You
may not find this tangibly rewarding 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.
Christmas
hols 2004, Marlowe forsakes her studies and leaves Dima to take care of the ferrets
in Ottawa, Ont., and comes along to visit the Old Dad and walk in the forest.

That's
Dr Pirri sprinting up the hill in beautiful new snow, 30 December 2004, bound
for the big gouffre at Le Glacière

Marlowe
tags along as the Pirris negotiate one of the steeper parts of the hill

Beautiful
forest, though with very sick trees, in the afternoon

The
Pirris lead again, as Marlowe watches and takes notes

(from
left) Teny and Joe Pirri, Marlowe's dad

Party
descending towards the Glacière

Marlowe
reflecting upon many things

The
Gouffre or Glacière (because there's
ice all the year round at the bottom of that hole)

The
Eau Pendante, or Hanging Waters, on the forestry road above St George


Marlowe
negotiating awkward hillsides above St George, 30 December 2004
Still
another hike! This, to Mont de Bière Devant

The
2nd of January 2005, Marlowe strikes out for Mont de Bière Devant uncertainly

Dr
Pirri builds up the enthusiasm, as the weather becomes more interesting

Dr
Pirri and M. T. Peck on Mont Bière as the wind begins to howl a bit

Marlowe
leaps over stone walls in a single bound

Marlowe
and Joe on Mont de Bière, bound for Mont de Bière Devant

The
Mont de Bière Devant farm in the background

Joe
and Marlowe on Mont de Bière Devant, 2 January 2005

Marlowe
Tyson Peck, queen of kids, compares Switzerland's ice storms with Canada's daily
routine and gives us a patronizing glance

Proud
Old Dad beams whilst Marlowe looks "askance"

Leaving
Mont de Bière Devant, 2 January 2005


Then
Marlowe's back off home to Canada on 4 January, the Old Dad's 87th birthday, leaving
Geneva's Cointrin airport precisely as Kristin's flight bumped onto the runway.
So we'll leave Marlowe back in Ottawa with Dmitri and the ferrets and turn now
to Kristin's nearly exquisite visit in early January.
