Morgins

So close to the border and thoroughly Valaisan, the resort of Morgins epitomises the warm hospitality of its canton. Here, you can experience life as a ‘true’ Morgins local, as you’ll be welcomed with open arms. The restaurant owners take pride in serving high-quality dishes made with (very) local produce. Naturally, winter sports are in the locals’ DNA…

Whether you’re on skis, ski skins or snowshoes, the panoramic views stretching out before you from the heights of Morgins are breathtaking. From the summit of La Foilleuse, on one side you can see Les Cornettes de Bise – one of the highest peaks in the Vallée d’Abondance – and on the other, the majestic Dents du Midi. Set amongst forests and pastures, the ski runs leading into the Portes du Soleil and the Rando-Parc, designed for ski touring, give the resort a unique blend of features to satisfy every skiing enthusiast!

The Hérens cows have taken up residence at the They mountain pasture, the waters of the Vièze have been freed from the grip of the cold, and the sounds of Christmas have given way to the ‘Melodies of Happiness’ played by the carillon in the village centre. Morgins is revealed in a whole new light for the summer season! Everyone is savouring the warm atmosphere of an authentic mountain village with its Swiss chalets, which are the perfect place to get together. Anyone who’s been here will tell you: once you’ve had a taste of Morgins, it’s hard to do without it…

After taking the Foilleuse lift, even the most seasoned mountain bikers can let go of the brakes at the Bikepark or cycle the Grand 8 loop on an e-bike under the watchful eye of the surrounding peaks. Admittedly, mountain biking reigns supreme in Morgins… But the walks and hikes around the Pointe de Bellevue offer a 360° view, with Lake Geneva and the Rhône plain stretching out alongside the Dents du Midi. The They valley is the perfect spot for picnics, whilst the younger ones can’t resist splashing about in the waters of the Vièze. The colourful landscapes invite you to relax, lulled by the murmur of springs and streams…