I didn’t have the patience to wait for warmer weather. Nor did I have enough time to shod skis and skins – but I felt a real need to take a break, to breathe the forest, to follow a trail, and think only of essentials: drinking, eating, and sleeping snugly.
So I decided to head off for a few days, for a winter hike in the Jura, a region of France I’m particularly fond of because of its simplicity, unspoilt purity, and wide choice of trails.
Time to press pause
I departed from Paris with a photographer friend, Ronan Merot. Like me, he needed to get out of the city and drop his regular tempo for a weekend away. Once in St-Claude, we hitchhiked to the starting point of our trek – nothing could be easier in regions like this one, where solidarity and mutual aid are still very much alive. A couple turned around to pick us up and drop us in Mijoux, where we joined the route of the Grande Traversée du Jura (GTJ) – the Great Jura Crossing.