Which I could just as well have entitled
“detour” or “wandering” or “once again I took the path less traveled”.
Yesterday when I set out for my last
weekend in the mountains I had no intended plan other than delivering some
flyers on the way. My last stop was just in front of the border at the Café de
la Frontière restaurant, run by one of our favorite waiters from years ago at
another restaurant. Now although I was just depositing some flyers I wanted to
at least say hi (he is the other person who gives hugs as good as my younger
son) so peeked into the restaurant instead of just leaving the flyers on the
sideboard of the entry. Not only did I get my usual hug, but another of our
favorite waitresses from the same restaurant of days past was there having a
cocktail before lunch (she now is the manager in yet another restaurant – one
that myself and the boys really like, but as they are both less available, we
have not yet found the time to go back there). Ah, the beauty of it all – so
stopped for some conversation and a tomato juice – after all I was getting on
the road, right? She and I made a date for lunch next week.
So it was almost an hour later before I
again got in the car and headed on. I didn’t need to stop for lunch as had
grabbed a sandwich before stopping with the intent of number one not being
tired when I finally drove (big meals see me needing what my husband used to
call a “pause”) and number two of not having to stop.
It was another of our glorious fall days so
when I had to stop at the traffic light after having passed beautiful fields
with rolling mountains still covered in orange and yellow, I made a snap
decision and turned right instead of going straight!
A narrow road led through a small village
up the hill and through the woods until I came out on a plateau overlooking Lac
Léman on the one side and the back country of France on the other: wow would be
about the only word that I can use to describe it. I returned through the small
village of Ballaison – had always wondered where it was and how it looked when
I passed the signs on the lower road, but had never bothered to stop – and
continued on my way.
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the scenery that had me turning off the main road |
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I do love my reflections |
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wandering through the woods |
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Although not wonderful sites in themselves, the views are extraordinary |
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The view overlooking the lake |
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quirky? out in the middle of nowhere someone got clever! |
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Ballaison's church, which I am going to have to go back and explore |
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the trees lining the road in Evian as I drove through |
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Vineyards and the mountains still covered in colors! |
Today the weather is holding so yet another
walk in the woods, yet another train adding color, yet another dip into my past
as a child as I shuffled leaves to my heart’s content.
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the yellows are predominent now, most of the orange is gone |
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This bird was re-introduced to the Swiss alps several years ago |
I do like fall!
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