Already, the days are longer and the songs of the birds, in the plain as well as on the crests, sound little by little the retreat of the winter. What better way to end the season than to take advantage of the hours gained for a last white escape, far from the beaten track, to conquer a summit that even many regulars don't know exists?
Walking straight ahead of us, sometimes in the still fresh air of the forests, sometimes bathed in the already generous sun of March, walking straight ahead of us for a whole day, as a tribute to all the winter moments that the Jura has been able to offer us so far, making a last fill of memories to wait for the next winter...
