The Morning Thaw
At 8am we assembled at a local pub, downed a sandwich chased by a cup of coffee, piled into two cars and headed for the Jura range. We parked the cars on a saddle and strolled for half an hour before stopping for a drink at a farmer's restaurant. The restaurant is run by the family as a second income, and you generally just walk in and call out to let them know you're there. They milk the cows at the back part of the building.
We plodded forwards. Patches of snow remained after the last dumping, which the dog liked (people take dogs mostly everywhere in Switzerland - even in restaurants, except his feet were muddy so he stayed out). Another half an hour or so later we arrived at the next restaurant where we stopped for lunch, a few drinks, and a few rounds of Jass - Switzerland's national card game, which I've played a lot of since I've arrived.
View to the Alps | Restaurant Ahoy! |
I beat Emil at Jass. Ha! |
Down the Valley |
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