This morning Dad asked me if I wanted to join him for a photo trip to the unknown, but I had more important stuff to do so off he went. I'll let him tell you about his afternoon.
It started with a stop in Rivas on the slopes of Lavaux to pick up a couple of cases of wine from my favourite winemaker, mostly red but also a box of white for the asparagus season that is around the corner. The view of the lake and the mountains from this village is marvellous and the light is ever changing.
I took the freeway north towards Neuchâtel, turning left just before this city, climbing the Jura mountains up to an altitude of about 1200 meters, where I was back in early spring like the other day. The light over the Neuchâtel lake was hazy and dominated by the light green from the freshly sprung leaves. The Alps in the background were barely visible.
My goal for the day was Les Brenets, a small town on the border with France. The river Doubs flows through the Brenet lake and there is one of the highest waterfalls of Switzerland a couple of kilometres east of Les Brenets, the Saut du Doubs.
I was not really properly dressed for a hike and carried much too much photo gear. Also, there was little hope of finding anything open for drinks or food because of our confinement rules. I soon found out some odd trolls were surveilling me.
And of course I could not resist shooting the spring flowers and some brown-golden leaves from last year.
I climbed la Tête de Calvin, which is a steep cliff with vertical sides dropping about a hundred meters into the river Doubs, from where you have a magnificent view over the meandering river, and then slipped down the steep slope in my deck shoes, passing a number of limestone caves en route for the water fall.
The waterfall is just after the narrowest section of the river and here you are only some 30 meters away from France. The pedestrian bridge was closed for people but probably not for viruses and the restaurants on both side of the river were closed. However, much to my pleasure, the friendly restaurant owner from Brittany, who runs the restaurant on the Swiss side with his Peruvian wife, had just this morning opened a shack selling take out food and drinks, cooked in his private kitchen. I decided to have a steak Tartar and an ice cold beer on the way back from the water fall, resting my tired body. Others shared take-out pizzas in the beautiful nature before handing the boxes back for recycling. The loud speakers played music from the eighties and a skinny heron studied us from a distance...
The water fall was somewhat of a deception with little water, as could have been expected after more than six weeks without rainfall. The road back was long and it was not until I reached home and a wonderful sunset over the mountains and lake in front of our house, that I realised I was going to have sore legs tomorrow. Stay tuned for more adventures!!