Walking: Les Fardelay loop

The ski season is over, and it's time to dust off the walking boots.  After 30 years, mine are finally broken in and really quite comfy.  They look like museum pieces, and when I check out this seasons latest boots in the shops in town, I realise just how much lighter modern boots are.  But mine are not yet worn out, and I'm oddly fond of them.

We have some friends from London staying this week, and today we figured we'd brave the "pluie éparses" (scattered showers) and get out there.  Our best walking books are in French, but happily they come with maps, so we get a French lesson to boot.  

Parking the car in Salvangy, by the ski lifts, we walked along the D29 road towards Cascades de Rouget, following the left turn up the hill.  There are some beautiful views, looking down over the patchwork of Salvangy's roofs.  The road soon runs out and turns into footpath, running further up the hill.  Emphasis on the word up.  The first half of this walk is upwards, ascending 254m in about 2km.  Hard work for a out of shape townie like me...  but this is how change happens & I get fitter!  And we're rewarded though, with stunning views across the valley to the Cascade de Rouget.

At La Célière, we turn right on to the path signposted down to Les Fardellay.  Surface tree roots form natural steps down the hill through the forest, and in time the path emerges into open pasture.  The spring meadow is beautiful, and I want to learn more about the flowers. Swathes of white umbellifers, that I initially think are bullwort, turn out on closer inspection, to be cow parsley.  I've gathered a few dried seed heads, thinking they might make for an interesting art project later.

A bridge took us over a raging Giffre river.  At this time of year it's running really full and fast. Then it's through the meadow to meet up the with road by Les Fardellay chalets, and on to the Cascade de Rouget.  The sheer power of the water crashing over the rock is breathtaking, no matter how many times I see it.  We got wetter at the waterfall than we did anywhere else on the trail - those pluies were happily quite éparses.  From there it was gentle down hill back through the forest to Salvangy to pick up the car.  

Our tech tools tell us it took about 3 hours, we covered 6.5km, climbed 250m, and took about 15,000 steps.  None too shabby for a damp Monday.



An old school friend has been staying with us this week, the last but one week of the ski season here in Samoëns. There's been plenty of late season snow up on the hill, but visibility has been beyond poor - its been awful for skiing. So on his last morning we took a trip up to the top of Col de Jeux Plane instead.  Usually there's a fantastic view, right across the valley, but not today.  Just deep snow and thick fog. Really quiet and eerie, but strikingly beautiful as the snow picks out the features of the trees.  And a great hot-chocolate in the café up there.

Atop the Col de Jeux Plane, 9th April 2016.