Day 12 - La Flégère to Les Houches via Le Brevant

We had our fingers crossed for fine weather today and were not disappointed. The wind had dropped and the early morning views of the sun rise and the Mont Blanc range with cloud hanging below us in the Chamonix valley were stunning.






We continued on the Grand Balcon Sud with stops to eat the wild raspberries growing along the way. The path was dry and, as always, well marked. It was a simply beautiful walk in the peace of the mountains.

We reached Plan Pratz lift station in a little under two hours and filled up our water bottles from the tap outside the restaurant, which was closed. The path then rose steeply on to Le Brevant, clinging to the side of the cliff in steep zig zags.


As we approached Le Brevant we lost sight of the Mont Blanc massif and entered a world of scree and boulders. A desolate moonscape of a place, incredibly bleak, fearsome and beautiful.



After some scrambling up rocks, where I was too scared to look down, up some ladders and then scrambling up some rocks we reached the top of Le Brevant.



What a view! The morning cloud in the valley below was burning off and Mont Blanc was slighlty hazy. Nevertheless we took some photos and then braced ourselves for the long, steep and tiring climb down to Les Houches 1.5km below. Looking back we Saw the chair lift hanging out impossibly from the cliffs. How on earth did they managed to construct it? You can just see it on the right of the mountain in the photo below.


The sun was hot and we were glad to reach the Belachat refuge, where we ate omlettes and tarte aux myrtilles for lunch.


Then down once more, my thigh muscles aching, my toes thumping into my boots and my ankles sore. A ravine with a handrail made a change from the zig-zags and caused Nigel and Laurence to shout at me for precariously using poles when I should have been using the hand rail - which I hadn't spotted. This was not a place to slip.

Safely around the ravine we continued down in the shade of the fir trees, picking up speed as the the path became wider less precipitous. The descent seemed to take forever, in fact it was just under three tiring hours trudging downhill before we arrived back in Les Houches and made our way to the SNCF station.

What a walk! The awesome scenery and the friendly and inspiring people that we met along the way combined to make our trip a hugely enjoyable and memorable experience.

Tomorrow we leave France for Italy. Until the next time, au revoir.


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Location:Chamonix - Hotel Le Richmond

Day 11 Tré-Le-Champ to La Flégère

We were the last to leave the refuge today and at breakfast our table sang 'Happy Birthday' to Peter from Sheffield who was 73 and completing the TMB with his friend, also called Peter. Laurence and one Peter headed off to go up the ladders leaving me, Nigel and the second Peter to take the alternative route. We agreed to meet at the Têtes des Vents. Laurence was really happy to be given the opportunity to do the eschelles. I knew that I would not enjoy that route, too exposed for me, so I was relieved to be able to miss it out without disappointing Laurence.






Nigel, Peter and I had a lovely walk up Col des Montets with great views down into the Chamonix valley. Nigel spotted an ibex less that 5m above us on the path. It showed no fear and ambled away.



The wind, which was cold from the start, became very strong as we joined the Grand Balcon Sud. We met up with Laurence and Peter, who had both enjoyed the popular ladders section, as planned but did not linger on the tops because of the wind. Têtes des Vents is aptly named.



We arrived at the refuge very early in the afternoon and sat drinking wine and beer with Peter and Peter. It was relaxing watching the clouds in the valley way below form then clear only to form again all within the space of a few minutes.

The sunset from the refuge at La Flégère, facing Mont Blanc, was spectacular.



At dinner Véronique organised a cake and candle for Peter.



Can't believe that tomorrow will be our last day on the TMB.

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Location:Refuge La Flégère

Day 10 Trient to Tré-Le-Champ

What a wonderful day! The path up to Col de Balme was dry and as we climbed the early morning cloud lifted showing us the snow capped mountains all around.



But this was nothing compared to crossing back into France at the Col de Baume where the truely magnificent panorama of the Mont Blanc range was suddenly revealed to us as we crested the col. Simply stunning panorama of mountains capped with fresh snow. We met up with others who like us had been walking the TMB at roughly the same pace and everyone had the same reaction: that this magical moment had been earned.






We had a hot chocolate in the refuge, a place I am sure that time had forgotten where a sad-looking pair of deer hooves made a coat rack, and walked on up a ridge of bilberry and alpine rhododendron to the top of the Aiguille des Posettes at 2191m. There sheltered from the cold wind in the lee of the hill we ate our baguettes and sat for an hour with the sum warming our faces, drinking in the views of Mont Blanc.



The way down to the quirky Auberge La Boerne was steep but well maintained. As we arrived in the village we saw children happily playing in the surrounding fields, it must be a good life.



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Location:Auberge La Boerne, Tré-Le-Champ

Day 9 Champex to Trient

We expected rain and were not disappointed! It rained heavily as we left Champex and it was cold. The cloud had lifted and the sun kept trying to brighten up the day, but it was never destined to succeed. Laurence then decided to amuse us by testing the tape at the edge of the field to see if it was really an electric fence....it was!! Nice one Laurence!!



After passing some pretty alpine villages with several of the chalets flying both the canton and the Swiss flags, we started the climb up to Bovine and the Col du Forclaz. The way was steep and all too frequently the mud squelched around our boots and sucked at my poles. The CCC runners, who passed last night, had transformed the path into a sloppy mud slide, poor things, how horrendous to be running this track in the cold and the dark.


We soon started to see snow, at first small patches, then enough for Laurence to make a snowball, then a light blanket covering the grass. The cloud was low and it gave the landscape a silent eerie quality. In the distance we heard melancholy mooing and cows bells - I would also feel pretty melancholy if I had to stand outside in this cold!!



We had planned to buy lunch at the farm at Bovine and for the last half hour I had been visualising a steaming cup of hot chocolate, but as often happens at the end of the season, the farm was closed. So we ate what Nigel unkindly calls bird food, ie nuts and sultanas, whilst standing there in the snow and we swiftly decided to carry on before we froze.

The path skirted around the hill and soon started to go down toward the Col du Forclaz. I sang 'mud, mud, glorious mud' to myself as my boots and waterproof over trousers became more and more plastered with the thick brown stuff. We turned to look behind us and saw a beautiful Christmas card scenery fir trees and snow.



As we dropped down further the sun peeped out and gave us tantalizing glimpses of Martigny way down in the valley. Then we were at the col and soon slipping down the very steep (and still muddy) path down to Trient, its pink church and village buildings looking like a toy town.



Home for the night was the Relais du Mont Blanc where we were in the third floor dorm with a cheerful and noisy group just finishing their TMB. I used my earplugs to reduce the volume and got a surprisingly good nights sleep.

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Location: Relais du Mont Blanc, Trient