Carol writes: We decided
to extend our stay in Annecy, France, in hopes that the rainy weather would
blow out and we could make a dash into the mountains to Chamonix, host city of
the 1924 Olympics and best known for its location at the base of Mont Blanc,
the highest point in the Alps at 15,771 feet.
On arrival in Annecy, we questioned our campground host about the
weather for the next few days and she told us Monday would be the day to make
our drive to Chamonix because conditions were predicted to be “merveilleux,
exceptionnel!” Sure enough, Monday dawned sunny and clear and so we headed off into
the French Alps to Chamonix, sister city of Aspen, Colorado. Just as our campground host had predicted,
the day was gorgeous with a brilliant blue sky and not a cloud in sight.
Having lived
in Colorado for over 23 years, Al and I have enjoyed countless spectacular snow-covered
Rocky Mountain views, but the Alps have taken mountain grandeur to a completely
different level. The Alps were created by
the collision of the African plate pushing northward against the stable European
and Asian plates, then sculptured during five ice ages over the past 2 million
years. On the drive up below snow line,
we observed many examples of rock layers that showed extreme folding caused by constant
immense compression.
Our Rick
Steves guide book has anointed the Aiguille
du Midi ski lift in Chamonix as perhaps Europe’s most spectacular and
popular lift, so that was where we headed as soon as we got parked. After a short walk to the chair lift, we packed
into the gondola along with about 40 other people,
and made a hair-raising,
high-angle ascent up the mountain, quickly leaving Chamonix farther and farther
below.
In 20 short
minutes, we had ascended 9000 feet to the top,
where we navigated
up and down a well-planned series of large viewing platforms
which
provided incredibly breathtaking, heavenly views of the French, Italian, and
Swiss Alps in the distance as far as we could see,
with
marvelous, eternally white Mont Blanc just behind us.
The views
were sensational and the crisp, thin mountain air was exhilarating. Incredibly, we saw a handful of expert
daredevil skiers and hikers out on the snow in the distance. Some were skiing unmarked trails and others
were hiking across what looked to be extremely dangerous ridges of snow.
Then there
were the “crazy” paragliders who get their thrills by jumping off cliffs and
floating serenely down to the town below.
I had a brief conversation with a friendly paraglider during the gondola
ride up. I had noticed a bag of
equipment that he was carrying and had assumed it was a backpack for hiking
down. When I asked if he was going to
hike back down, in an understated manner he told me, “No, I am going to
fly.” Talk about extreme sports!
One of the
most interesting terraces was reached by going through short stretches of ice
caves, which provided excellent background for some fun pictures.
Both Al and
I were a bit surprised to find that the more than 12,000-foot altitude affected us
more than we thought it would—no doubt due to the steep and rapid ascent in the
gondola, in addition to the fact that we have probably lost a bit of our
high-altitude conditioning in the two months we have been near sea level. So…we decided to get off our feet and enjoy
an extra-long snack at the top. At every
viewpoint and also in the restaurant, our ears heard conversations of a very
diverse international crowd. We shared
our table with a vacationing family from India.
In an interesting give-and-take, we discussed various aspects of life in
India, in addition to a few weighty subjects such as the global economy, the world
nuclear threat, and India’s growing middle class. That extra dimension of foreign
travel—meeting and talking with people from all over the world—is one of the
rewarding aspects of our travels.
At the end
of the day, we felt the 3-day wait for good weather was well worth it, and we
felt blessed to have been able to see the Alps on such a picture-perfect
day. I will never forget our glorious
day at the top of the Aiguille du Midi,
just below the peak of Mont Blanc, surrounded by the marvelous panorama of the stunning
Alps.
“Happiness is a direction, not a place.” Sydney J. Harris
Wow, you two do not cease to amaze me one bit! Paragliders and ice caves, all in one day. What a thrill it must have been to see and experience all of that. I'm glad the weather did cooperate and you were able to take advantage. I hope the trip back down was just as exciting as the one on the way up ;)
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The Alps sure are beautiful...looked like a fabulous day.
ReplyDeleteIt was a picture-perfect day. Yvonne, we didn't take a paraglider down, just watched other extreme sports enthusiasts get their thrills doing that--but what a setting! Carol
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