After all the relaxation I could take, it was time for some adventure. I arrived in the beautiful mountain town of Chamonix to be greeted by the sight of many other climbers carrying also around big packs, only theirs contained ice axes and crampons. After spending a day walking around the city and climbing at a small spot crag, I made my way to a small town up the canyon called Argentiere.
Argentiere was great! It was away from commercialization of mountaineering in Chamonix, yet still formed a temporary home to many English climbers. While there I found a very nice Gite called Le Belvedere. At only 13 euros a night it allowed a roof over my head to stay dry from the downpour that the valley received nearly every afternoon.
For three days the schedule in Chamonix was pretty similar: wake up at 7 to ride the first bus to Chamonix, catch the teleferique (tram) to the the mid-station of the mountain, hike for 2 or 3 hours, then as quickly as possible, do a route as quickly as possible while watching the storm clouds approach. Luckily we were never caught on a route, only on the descents. After 3 days of this style of climbing it was time for a rest/travel day.
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So jealous! Oliver is going to pee his pants when he sees this.
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