Curious descent from the sad Vreneli from Guggisbärg into the happy valley of the sixth scythe. (Photos: Dres Balmer)
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It is pleasantly cool in Schwarzenburg in the morning. Behind the village, the street winds up on a gentle slope through fat meadows, corn fields and on forest edges. Hardly any car is on the way, the street belongs to the many happy cyclists. The windless air, so fresh that you think you drink it, is filled with the sound of the cowbells. One beef tenderly licks his neck.
The corridors are of a clear cheerfulness. Harkleos hovers a hot air balloon in the sky, here and there his burner hisses. From the night there are still fog residues in the hollows and sinks that slowly rise and dissolve. The Guggershörnli, one of the Bernese house mountains, is increasingly powerful on the horizon. A first transition is achieved in Kalchstätten.
Someone in the group begins to sing the moody song “Vreneli from EM Guggisbärg”. Some travelers make the small detour, two kilometers up to the village of Guggisberg, leave the bicycles there, climb in half an hour, most recently over a steep wooden staircase, to the Guggershörnli. Here is the home of the Vreneli and the Hans-Joggeli “änet the Bärg”, which cannot come together because the Vreneli comes from a good house, but the Hans-Joggeli is probably a more traveling. There are different versions of this legend from the 17th century. Apparently the Hans-Joggeli then goes to foreign war services, and the Vreneli dies of Herzeleid.
“The view of the water opens in one fell swoop, steals your breath.”
From the Guggershörnli we see a further distance from Jura and Alps, a dramatic river landscape in front of us is in front of us, in which we will soon dive. From left to right are the gantrically with the GantrischSense, the stallion throat with the stallion senses, the pussy throat with the pussy senses follow, and the three together form the cold scythe. This is followed by the sailing throat with the warm sense, and only from a customs house does the river simply mean scythe.
So there is not only a scythe, but there are six. On the far right, the Plasselbschlund, with the Bach An tribute, puts an end to this geographical location. But there is not only the topography, there is also the further poetry of the place and land names: plagues, upper grov, plötscha, Plasselb, Spittelverschis and St. New Year’s Eve.
We whiz down Kalchstätten and cross the scythe on the Guggersbach bridge. Immediately afterwards, a hiking trail branches off left. Anyone who pushes the bike here reaches the Füllmattli campground after half an hour. The walk through this floodplain landscape is worth the walk over easy -to -walk and safe wooden walkways. You can admire the traces of the beaver’s night work, dragonflies float, butterflies flutter.
Intensive light in the timeless universe from the lake, vineyards, heaven and joie de vivre in Lavaux.
Kuppen and crucifixes
As soon as you crossed the cantonal border, you notice contrasts. In the reformed canton of Bern, the houses are sluggish, the churches are modest. In the Catholic canton of Freiburg it is the other way around: even over the villages of plagues and Plasselb, churches are throne who are reminiscent of urban cathedrals in their thickness, the houses are simple.
On the left and right hill, farmhouses stick, Switzerland only seems to consist of agriculture today. One crest follows the other, from a crucifix to the next chapel, sharp gradients switch down to the Bachtobel with shot. The next language, the next culture will be more noticeable kilometers by kilometers. In German -speaking Freiburg, the farms are still cleaned out, in the Welsche part the beautiful appearance is no longer so important, a little junk and decay may be visible. The German -Swiss housewives keep removing their clothes pegs from the leash and carry them out the following time to hang up the shirts. The Welschen women let the brackets hang outside on the wire until they carry the zuber with the next laundry.
The French culture in Bonnotaine spoke up with determination. The village square is signposted as “Place Frédéric Dard, Dit San-Antonio (1921-2000)”. A man who rises from the car explains that San-Antonio lived here from 1980 to 2000. One of the most productive and successful writers of the “Roman Noir”, a cult during his lifetime, has been translated into all languages worldwide, has developed its fantasies in this Freiburg farming village. The crazy word games, with which he celebrates all the abrasion of the evil evil world, came up with San-Antonio here. Not in Paris, whose hype of the star has escaped, but in the quiet Bonnotaine in the canton of Freiburg. On Sunday you can hear the singing of the fair from the church on the square, frankincense fragrance blows over. One wonders where the center of the earth is what capitals are where the province begins. A splendid fountain bubbles on the square. A word of the language magician is wrapped in the pelvis: “La Seule Vraie Richesse Cʼest Lʼeau”, 5th May 1991 – Frédéric Dard.
Proud journey of the passenger ship to the port of Riex.
Act the woodworm on the side of the path on the windy plateau at the Gibloux.
If the multimillionaire San-Antonio raves about wealth called water, we want to fill the bidon here, but on the fountain stick from which the rich wet ripples, another inscription reports: “Eau non potable”. This episode could come from a San antonio novel. We still fill the bidons.
Castle and spy
In Corbières it goes right, a bridge crosses the Lac de la Gruyère at a narrow point. It looks idyllic-urban, but is a reservoir for electricity production, only eighty years old. In the simple farming village of Marsen, the octagonal red probe shines into the sky, again such an impressive, urban -looking church building that the Jesuits built in the 17th century.
The fifteen kilometers from Le Mouret up to here were topographically gentle, but now a brutal climb begins, which becomes a little more gracious after two kilometers, at Les Bugnons, then leads over a spacious plateau at the Gibloux with the transmission tower. The road is narrow and mostly good, the car traffic sparsely, the journey down Romanens down to Sâles is a pure pleasure; It finds its continuation on the quiet main road.
Created by human hands: the idyll of the Lac de la Gruyère, several barrages, just eighty years.
Shortly behind ST-Martin with the last Catholic church you reach the Vaud cantonal border and drive to Oron-Le-Châtel. The castle towers over the sleepy spots Oron-la-Ville. This 800-year fortress with magnificent halls, a library and a museum is open to the public. The gentlemen of Savoy built the facility, later it went into the possession of the Counts of Greyerz. When these were lost, the Republic of Bern took over the castle as a seat for its country birds to monitor the important trade route from Lake Geneva, along the Broye via Murten to Bern. During the Bern colonization of the Vaud from 1536 to 1798, 43 country birds gave themselves the handle. After that, Oron-Le-Châtel was privately owned until 1936 and finally went to the canton of Vaud.
“From a crucifix to the next chapel, gradients alternate with shot.”
The most famous resident of the castle was Katharina Franziska von Wattenwyl (1645–1714). She spent part of her childhood as the daughter of the country bailiff Gabriel von Wattenwyl. Katharina never found herself with traditional female roles, and as a girl preferred to play with pistols instead of with dolls. She wore male dresses, rode better than some men, dueled and victorious here. She would have preferred to take a military career, but then worked out of sheer admiration for the Sonnenkönig Louis XIV as a spy in the service of France. She was arrested, tortured in the cage tower of Bern, sentenced to death, then pardoned, but banished from the Republic of Bern. In another castle, in Valangin in Neuenburg, this extraordinary woman wrote her memoirs.
Inviting to the cycling prayer: The silent Mariengrotte in the throat at Plasselb.
Milan and other artfillers
In Oron-La-Ville, a guide of the heart route, the number 99 from Switzerland, glitters on the corner at the post. It leads to the quiet district of Châtillen with the most beautiful bridge over the Broye. Shortly afterwards, a piece on natural roads, sometimes through dark forests, over huge grain fields and pastures. Every quarter of an hour a sleepy hamlet appears to be heard here and there, but there are much louder but the screams of the Milane are much louder. The circles above us look at us from a bird’s eye view. They follow us, comment on each other with their actions with their screams. What do what do the Milane scream about the cyclists?
In the open terrain we see the Lac de Bret on the left, in the distance the Mont Pèlerin. If you look straight ahead, the Savoyer Alps appear on the horizon, then we reach the edge to Lake Geneva at Montchervet. The view of the water opens in one fell swoop and takes your breath away. The craziest is the picture in Chexbres, after the right-hand bend, where the Lavaux-Höhentrasse begins. Heaven, water and vineyards combine to form a mighty universe.
In the sky, a rattling is approaching. A yellow double -decker flies up, so deep that we can recognize the enrollment HB – UUL on its lower wings with the Swiss crosses. This is a Bücker Jungmann type. Two heads with leather hoods look out of two hatches in the fuselage. We literally feel the pilot’s lousy high -spirited high spirits on the joystick. In cheerful four rounds, he performs all sorts of capers in front of us, wiggles his wings like a creep before leaving Lausanne.
At the beginning of the trip the balloon hisses, the Milane screams on the way, and finally the double -decker rattles. Before Ouchy, the ship Léman is ready for crossing to Evian. It will take off in two minutes.
Information about the tour
Brief description: The tour from Bern to Ouchy Lausanne is a hilly pleasure trip to wild and quiet waters, over pastures and through forests. Depending on the shape and taste, the trip can be divided into two or three days.
Distance and vertical meter: The 121 kilometers offer 1969 vertical meters and 2140 downwards.
Logical: Hotels, for example in plagues, Plasselb, Bulle, Chexbres and Cully. Campings in plague Füllmattli (FR), in Gumefens (FR) and Forel Lavaux (VD).
Documentation: Velokarte Switzerland 1: 301 000 by Kümmerly+Frey, CHF 21.90.
Route:schweizmobil.ch/de/tour/1413429772
