Having the Alps
right by its side is a hard standard to compare with for The Jura Mountains, as
by Swiss standards it is barely considered as a mountain. Their revolving
timbered marshland that goes on for about 225 miles alon the Swiss-French
border northeast from Geneva and are softer than their Alpine in every way.
Although the Jura has a shortness in amazing icy
magnificence, it is balanced by a calm brightness that is available to anyone
eager to wander between them: Not a hike, yet you can do that in the Jura,
also, but a sweat-less walk on a well-marked course. A few years ago, on a warm
day, my wife Heidi, and I acquired our young daughter on a seven-mile hike from
Avenches to Murten, two villages close to the Jura slopes. The landscape was
appropriate for us. The farmers’ route was stroller-friendly, and we roamed
beside countless lands
of flowering seeds, through muddy forests and besides to an 11th
century chapel built from stones the Romans had cut. On the border dividing
threes swiss cantons the languages mix like kirsch in a fondue: a rue melts
into a strasse that ends at a table with brats and bières.
THE NEW YORK TIMES. “Europe,
in 9 Walks”. April 19th
2013. April 24th 2013.
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