Tour du Mont Blanc
Even though I usually plan and book our trips myself, this one definitely needed a tour company to handle the logistics. The trek consists of hiking around Mont Blanc through France, Italy and Switzerland. We planned for 11 days to cover over 110 miles. The company booked the accommodations for each night, and we stayed at some nice hotels and some refugios that were the only options when we got deep into the backcountry. We carried day packs with water, food, rain gear and camera, while a delivery service picked up our luggage bags each morning at the hotel and delivered them to the next hotel we’d be hiking to.
We started in Chamonix by taking a gondola up to the trail, saving 1-2 hrs of grueling hiking with no views -
It was very hot and sunny that day, and I was really suffering by the end. I was actually wondering if we had bitten off more than we could chew. This is indicative of the rocky trail we had for most of the day -
But the views were incredible -
Don’t despair… I’m not going to give you a blow-by-blow recounting of each day. I’ll share the best stories and pictures as we went.
We spent the night in Les Houches, which is the historic starting point of the TMB, so of course, I had to get a picture!
We had awakened refreshed and ready to hit the trail bright and early. The views were alreay changing…
… and we saw a different side of Mont Blanc -
We would often hike down into a valley…
… to reach the next town we’d be staying in, and cooling off any way we could :) -
We frequently crossed rivers that were glacial runoffs, and towns often had flower boxes everywhere -
On our third day, Steve had picked up some kind of GI bug, but gamely started out with me, passing Notre Dame de la Gorge…
… and reaching an old Roman bridge…
… over a neat sinuous gorge…
… before he decided that he was just too weak to go on. He walked over 4 miles back to town to call a taxi, to meet me at our next accommodation - a refugio over the mountain. I really wanted to continue hiking because I was feeling strong, and he totally supported that. He gave me half the water he was carrying, and I gave him my heavy camera.
This is about where we split up, so this picture holds a lot of memories for me -
After I climbed up out of the valley, I looked back and could see the town, Les Contamines, we had left that morning -
This was one of the highest passes we were to get over, at 7,416 ft. Another look back over where I had come -
At times I felt like I was barely crawling along, just putting one foot in front of the other, but was actually reassured when I saw lots of young people doing the same. ;-)
The next picture is a panorama after I passed Col du Bonhomme (col = pass), with the col on the right side of the picture and a trail I wasn’t supposed to take snaking along into a valley -
The wildflowers really kept me going…
… with all their bright colors -
Spring Gentian are blue and Bird’s-foot Trefoil are yellow.
It was pretty rocky up top, but the expansive views more than made up for it -
As I descended…
… the valley we’d be staying in slowly came into view -
This part of the story has a happy ending. Steve arrived to the refugio just a few minutes before I did(!) - he after a two hour taxi ride, and I after 7+ hours of hiking about 13 miles (my GPS is wonky and marks me as weaving back and forth, adding mileage that Steve’s doesn’t) with over 4,300 ft of elevation gain. Steve was feeling much better and had been able to get rehydrated, so we both started out the next day in good spirits.
I’ll leave you here, for this post has gone on long enough, and we’ll rejoin our saga later.