I started in Chamonix 10:15 Friday night
There’s a poster over by the Tourist Office of how Jacques Balmat + Michel Paccard climbed the highest summit in the Alps in 1786 starting from here.
le vrai Mont Blanc—the “true” climb of Mont Blanc—there’s a tradition of starting in Chamonix without using any mechanical lift, like Balmat + Paccard. In 2003, Stéphane Brosse + Pierre Gignoux electrified the European ski mountaineering world by climbing it with skis from Chamonix in an amazingly fast time. Last April two ski-rando racers were going to try to break their record.
My idea was just the opposite: Go very slowly, and just hope to get to the top somehow at all.
I start by walking on the streets—nice to see so many people out
past the Aiguille du Midi lift which I’ve used to go up many times—but not tonight + tomorrow
. . . on to the Grepon parking where there’s a sign for the hiking trail—at first alongside the main road, then into the forest, and the uphill begins.
Made it to the entrance of the tunnel (goes underneath the mountain to Italy)
. . . (the big square thing is not the Tunnel itself, but a fancy inspection-sensor for trucks to pass through)
I stashed my camera there—because I love taking pictures so much that if I kept it, I’d lose too much time. So I’ll continue the story with some photos of the same places which I took on other days.
I hiked up the trail (much with snow on it) to Gare de la Para. Put on my skis and climbed on skins in the dark early Saturday morning up to Gare des Glaciers—not so easy with frozen ski descent tracks and avalanche debris around irregular sub-ridges. No moon—looking up to the artificial light at the top of the Aiguille du Midi and hoping that if I just keep heading for that, I’ll maybe eventually run into a good track leading to the refuge and summit. Finally I did reach the main ski track coming from the Plan d’Aiguille (mid-station) . . .
Traversed across to La Jonction, with some moves need to get up + down thru the big crevasses. Up the good track to just below the Refuge des Grands Mulets hut, across the glacier . . .
Surprise: No skin track up the North ridge of the Dome du Gouter. My policy is to never climb up the Grands Mulets glacier—because too much time exposed to (very unpredictable) serac fall from above.
So I broke trail and kicked steps alone up the Dome du Gouter for about 800 vertical meters. I knew it would slow me down and perhaps take my strength from making it to the top, but I wanted to do it the right way. And it felt great to be making up my own route in such an amazing place.
After skinning up partway, sunlight was helping, and I switched to crampons—a little higher than we did last year.
. . . (photos from last April w Craig from Utah)
. . . (Chamonix lights last April below Eric from Utah)
going higher up the north ridge of the Dome du Gouter
But this year the ridge was different: I ran into some brittle ice. So I down-climbed, traversed into the middle of the N face, climbed up some deep-ish fresh snow between big seracs—exciting but hard work. Ran into another small band of ice—this time not brittle—so I made it thru and up to Pointe Bravais, put on skis (ignored the Dom du Gouter summit) and traversed to . . .
Col du Dome, where I met lots of other skiers who had climbed the old normal route up the Grands Mulets glacier. Now I knew I was too tired to ski the North face from the summit, so I left my skis there. Went into the Bivouac Vallot shelter and put on all my clothing. Talked to a French skier in there—he said it was too windy and he was going to just wait here for his partner to return from climbing.
Hiked up the Bosses ridge to the summit, some narrow exposed sections. Would have been a nice climb if I hadn’t felt so tired and a bit nauseous.