A short walk from the hotel brings us to this natural rock amphitheatre with its 28 waterfalls cascading down. The Creux de Champs may have harboured devils in the past, but today it's home to cattle, eagles (they're there, though we haven't spotted them yet), and the occasional hiker who makes their way here to sit quietly and take in the majesty of what nature can do.
Part of us wants to tell people about the devils to keep them away. But another voice says to tell everyone to come and experience some time here. Standing now on Glacier 3000, looking down at where we've walked, we understand both impulses. This is what defines our rambling worldwide: not just reaching summits but understanding the stories, the folklore, the living culture that gives meaning to these mountains.
As we descend back to our Alpine haven, cowbells echoing across the valleys, we know we'll return. Les Diablerets has woven its spell, proving itself anything but the 'abode of devils' its name suggests. Instead, we've found a doorway to peace, authenticity, and the Switzerland that time forgot.