Mountain climbing Europe’s Tour du Mont Blanc was a completely completely different slice of European tradition for me: Coming upon a distant farmhouse-turned-thriving-cafe serving fantastic lunches…flowers and cows (with traditional bells) scenically sprinkled all through…and an esprit de corps the place everyone seems to be like household.
As almost everybody hikes in the identical path (counter-clockwise), you develop into mates with fellow hikers. It appeared like half the individuals on the path had been from the US, and I met numerous Seattleites.
And within the curiosity of mountaineering gentle, lunches had been quite simple — only a sandwich from the resort, perhaps a carrot, a bit of fruit, and water. However upon reaching the mid-day summit, lunch was a marmot’s banquet. (Talking of marmots, we noticed no wildlife besides a few mice that had been squished underneath mountaineering boots on the path.)
