Friday August 5: Gstaad to L’Étivaz

Gstaad to L’Étivaz

The route of this section of the Via Alpina was in flux in 2022, hence yesterday’s instructions to end our hike in Gsteig. This morning we were supposed to take the bus back to Gsteig to walk to our next destination at Col des Mosses. We decided not to do that and to instead walk straight from Gstaad to L’Étivaz, which is the current route.

We headed out for an early start, but discovered that the Eggli cable car that we’d planned to take uphill didn’t start running until 10. Oh well.

The view from the top, looking back in the direction of Gstaad.

Once we got up to the higher trail, we had a lovely ridge and forest walk. We could sort of see the resort at the top of the glacier that serves as a summer ski area in Gstaad. (We know of the existence of this glacier from Return of the Pink Panther, in which Lady Litton is reported to be skiing on a glacier in the middle of summer, though in fact she had gone to the tennis instead.)

The terrain here is definitely softer and greener than that of the higher mountains we’d just left behind.

Today’s walk was quite easy, at least by Via Alpina standards, though it’s possible that we skipped some harder trail by simply taking the dirt road much of the way.

Dirt roads can be a wonderful thing if they don’t go too out of the straight line path.
At this farm, they were pressure-washing their show cows. The cows appeared to LOVE it.

Today, we crossed the Col de Jable, the pass that put us in French-speaking Switzerland.

The Col de Jable is marked by a stone wall, serving no doubt to separate the languages from one another.
No more German from here on out! Well, at least not until we went back to Zurich two days later.
The col led to a lovely balcony trail.

The last descent was narrow, slippery, and scary at times – Alpine trails never stop frightening me at least a little. Our goal was the town of L’Étivaz, where we intended to catch a bus up to Col des Mosses. (Yes, we were supposed to walk to Col des Mosses. Enough already!)

L’Etivaz. As we were descending this slope, three young people sprinted past us down the hill. They knew the bus schedule….

We arrived in town right just after those three young people jumpted onto the bus we wanted and it drove away, which meant we had to wait an hour for the next one.

We spent the time enjoying a snack of potato chips, ice cream, and cokes, like we were American middle-schoolers.
These shoes had given me good service over 300+ kilometers! But I decided it was time to retire them.

We spent the night at Fleur des Alpes, a little guest house run by a sweet man in his mother’s old home. He was delighted to discover that I could speak French. He served us a wonderful table d’hõte for dinner.

Our host served these two local wines, the white (male) wolf and the black female wolf.

We had a good chat with a Swiss family who lived in town and had just come for dinner with their kids. The degree of sophistication that most Swiss families display is impressive; the kids spoke good English already, and they’d all traveled extensively in the U.S.