I haven’t decided yet which part is the funniest; to plan or to experience. Maybe both. Spending evenings studying maps, reading people testimonials, looking at photography, digging into Google Earth is actually very exiting, at least for me.
Now that everything was more or less planed, the most challenging part was to find a gentle soul willing to take care of family business while I’m not at home and this is the not so funny part; coming home and finding all the house chores which have piled one above each other. Oh, and if someone can explain me why whenever a mom leaves the house, everything seem to go wrong; children breaking a bone, husband in panic mode because there no food on the table, the cats missing and so on.
Anyway, for that day, I choose a fantastic single track at 2000 high. It all started at Bruson, a village facing Verbier, Switzerland.
Water reservoir for snow.
It was a long and boring climb until I reached the beginning of the single track. And I still lack confidence in my MTB skills, so I needed to be pretty much exhausted until I could finally ride more fluently.
La Payanne
Payanne
Fortunately, the single track was easy and wide, and I enjoyed myself immensely. Not to mention that there was absolutely no one. Except this hunter guy. And his riffle. And all the shooting going around. The guy assured me that was no danger, I was anxious for a fleeting moment nonetheless.
Myrtillers
So I rode, up and down, sometimes pushing or carrying the bike, until I reached Servay and its beautiful lake.
Servay
I wish I could have spent the night there.
Servay
From this point on, things started to go astray. Initially, a fun downhill was awaiting. But the track I was supposed to follow was closed, thanks to some wood chores. Thus, I had to follow a very long and not bike friendly path, leading to the cabane Brunet.
Myrtillers
By the time I reached to road to the cabane Brunet, I had only one thing on my mind: downhill and going home. And I thought I was done.
Cabane Brunet
Unfortunately, the wood chores were extended to the next fun single track which was supposed to carry my back to Bruson. More pushing, carrying, swearing, climbing and that was it.
As I have so many different things to enjoy, from the planning, biking, taking pictures and having a “free” day, even when unplanned event occur, it’s still a very good day.
Oh, did I say that since I found out how to get ride of stupid drivers, driving is almost a pleasure?
For those who read French and wish to know all the technical details about this tour, here is the Wikiloc link: Balcons du Mt Rogneux.
