out and about

Special thanks to..

2008-08-11T07:44:00.000-07:00

The following day the weather broke and the thunderstorms that greeted me on my arrival were back once more. I packed my gear away and popped round to see Ron and Fi on the Sat night to say a final thanks and cheerio. I flew home the next day to a happy happy wife, excited pet dog and a surprise welcome home party. By sheer luck there were problems with the check in computers at geneva. They waved my bag through without any questions. I had escaped additional charges yet again. My trip had been an absolutely fantastic experience. I attribute that largely to the fact that I had went with the right people. There was never any doubt in my mind at any point during the trip of the standard of company I was keeping each day. By that I mean Ron and Fi at talisman activities and their colleague Jonathan Preston (IFMGA guide). My climbing partner Julie also helped make the trip a great one too. There are glossy adverts everywhere in magazines advertising similar trips that might appear cheaper or shorter. Ask yourself this..What sort of reputation do these folk have? Do they have credentials? It became apparent to me that not everybody had enjoyed the same sort of experience as myself and Julie with some of the other guiding companies. Julie confirmed this for me with her story about a french guide trying to rush her and her team on mont blanc the previous year. Many of the uk companies will sub contract the guiding out to local french guides. It's worth bearing that in mind. You want your trip to be an enjoyable experience but more importantly you want to know that you are in safe hands as well. Take a look at www.talisman-activities.co.uk/ if you want more info. I have been on four trips/courses with them over the years and they really have pushed the bar up on my mountaineering and climbing skills. I cannot recommend them highly enough.

Wind down day

2008-08-11T07:26:00.000-07:00

We had reached the summit of mont blanc a day early so the last official day of our trip was spent rock climbing at les gaillands. That night the entire team got together at the talisman base camp over at les moliasses campsite to celebrate the end of the trip. Ron and Fi topped up the glasses with a seemingly endless supply of sparkling wine before we headed down to the restaurant for pizza. Julie, her friend Nick and myself stuck it out and wandered into town to have a few laughs at a rolling stones tribute night.

Walking out of the adventure

2008-08-03T13:52:00.000-07:00

Within an hour we were approaching the tram station. We were all looking forward to getting the boots off by this point. There were beers and baths that had our names on them back in chamonix. I realised I was now walking out of the big alpine adventure as we approached the trams. I didn't know if I would be back again. Maybe this was my last look at the white lady. I turned around and made sure I got a good one. The summit was still free of cloud. Minutes later we were rattling down the mountain on the tram....It was all over.

View near gouter hut

2008-08-03T13:08:00.000-07:00

We reached the gouter hut and stocked up on water and fluids whilst we had another rest. We had booked the tete rousse hut for a second night as a back up but we knew we weren't needing to stay there now so we cancelled the booking over the phone during our break. Our throats were feeling a bit sore now. Probably a side effect of breathing in the dry air at altitude for more than a fortnight. We left the gouter hut and continued our climb down the gouter ridge for a couple of hours. The ridge was busier now than it was during our ascent so we were mindful of our route choice to try to avoid any rocks being knocked down by other climbers. Eventually we reached the couloir. The last hurdle before we were on safe paths back to the tram station. It seemed fairly quiet but I did see a couple of fist sized rocks fizz across the snow at the bottom of it. There were also a couple of 'rock' shouts from above as we approached it. We readied ourselves for another danger dash. Ready.. Go!! another short dash about the length of a rope with the head down. When we arrived at a safe rock ledge on the other side I swore in triumph and relief. Job done. We were now effectively out of danger and could relax a bit. It was a fantastic feeling. We were grateful for our window of luck. Another break at the tete rousse hut offered us the chance to put more fluid away. I texted Diane to let her know I was safely off the mountain. Folk were piling into the hut in preparation for a summit bid the following day. It was great knowing that our shift was nearly over. Our legs were still working.

View from gouter dome

2008-08-03T13:03:00.000-07:00

As we approached the final stretch before the gouter hut on the descent we snapped photos of the route which were in darkness on the way up. At this point I spotted the rescue helicopter buzzing about. I thought nothing of it. When I got home I found out a family had been killed in a tragic accident on another part of the massif around the same time we were making our descent.

Snow ridge above vallot

2008-08-03T08:10:00.001-07:00

We reached the vallot shelter in no time. We spotted a few more circus acts on their way up as we reached the gouter col. One guy had a ninja style linen sheet over his face which had slits cut in it for his eyes and mouth. He didn't have an ice axe or crampons. He looked in a really bad way. He was part hunched and creeping up as if he was in pain. He probably hadn't acclimatised at all. It got worse. Further down the mountain we saw 'levis' man. He was making his bid for the summit in jeans and trainers. Yes you read that right..jeans and trainers. Surely it couldn't get any worse??.. unfortunately it did. As we reached the gouter hut a long line of eastern europeans snaked up onto the snow on a very long washing line. The poor tail end charlie was chalk white and tied on with a tiny pink keyring snaplink karabiner. He fell onto his face in the snow. The well rehearsed emergency system kicked in however....his friends sort of looked at each other and shouted at him to get up. When he didn't quite get to his feet the rest of the team wandered over to haul him upright whilst tangling themselves in the washing line. Jonathan provided scathing narration and instruction to us whilst the whole shamble unfolded. He was almost beside himself as we viewed this living horror show. I was thankful I was in good company....

Heading down

2008-08-03T07:55:00.003-07:00

It was nice heading down knowing that the summit was in the bag but we made sure our concentration didn't falter on the descent. We bumped into a few climbers we had befriended in the tete rousse the day before as they made their way up. Over the dinner table the previous night a german had enquired if I was british. When I told him I was scottish he beamed widely and shook my hand. A long conversation about whiskies followed. I spotted him working hard as we made our way down. I slapped him on the back and offered some verbal encouragement. I told him the whisky would be waiting for him in chamonix after he returned from the summit. Julie also chatted to folk as we went down. We were cheery and buoyant and the air was getting thicker with oxygen as we dropped. At points we were almost running down the snow. I had long since run out of water so I was keen to get back to the gouter hut to stock up on fluids. The photo shows folk still making their way up.

Last look at the summit

2008-08-03T07:30:00.000-07:00

We arrived on the summit just after 9am and half an hour had passed whilst we rested and snapped photos. Jonathan gave us the option to stay on at the summit a bit longer but we knew we had to get back down safely. The grande couloir would be thawing now and waking up as a result. The later we crossed it then the more dangerous it would be. We decided to start heading down in the next few minutes. I had my own quiet time to reflect on things and be inwardly emotive and philosophical before we left. My mother had inspired me to make this journey. I was pleased that I had made it for myself but also for her and all my family and friends back home. I waved to the sky as I had done on other peaks in case she was spectating. I knew that I probably wouldn't stand on this spot again so I knelt down on the high patch of snow once more and Julie snapped me as the highest person in europe at that moment one last time for prosterity.

Me and Julie on summit

2008-08-03T07:21:00.001-07:00

I was lucky that I had someone like Julie on the climb with me. She was a happy and cheery soul. We did a good job of coaxing each other along during the whole trip. I was really pleased that she had made it up second time around. She said she wanted to batter fast frank for her bad experience the previous year. I reckon if we had saw him on the mountain then I would have helped her :-)

Not a cloud in the sky

2008-08-03T07:16:00.001-07:00

Not a cloud to be seen in any direction from the summit. My barometer measured the air pressure readings from the summit automatically when I got there (the highest physics experiment in europe!). When I read them back later they showed that the oxygen pressure was 55% of the normal values found at sea level. Quite a difference. I was surprised it went down as low as that. It means that if you breathe at the same rate then you are basically working at around half your normal aerobic capacity. It's no wonder that some people suffer ill effects on their way to the summit. I think that if you are aerobically fit then it certainly makes a difference to how you cope with the reduced oxygen levels. Breathing deeply and maintaining a steady effort helps as well. I saw a few folk trying to blast for ten seconds then stop before doing the same again a short time later. They looked absolutely knackered. If you decide to come out here then get as fit as you can before your trip. Try to move as comfortably and economically as you can on the climb. A steady measured effort is what you want. Drink plenty of water before, during and after your days at altitude. Accept that some folk tolerate and adapt to altitude better than others even when they are very fit. I was very lucky in the respect that I really didn't really notice too much of a difference as I got higher up. No two people respond the same however so just bear it in mind.

View from mont blanc

2008-08-03T07:08:00.001-07:00

Speactacular views to the aguille du midi. It was strange to be looking down on it. Last time I was there I was looking up to this spot on the summit.

Jonathan on the summit

2008-08-03T07:02:00.000-07:00

Jonathan had some quiet time taking in the views. He pointed out a few other mountains for us including gran paradiso which was a back up climb for us in the event the weather had been too rough on mont blanc for us to make an attempt.

The summit surprise

2008-08-03T06:34:00.001-07:00

...Yes..the ridge was definately flattening out. Jonathan had said 'we are on the final straight' around fifteen minutes ago but we were still walking and there had been no further announcements on how close we were. By now the ridge was very nearly level and we were approaching a small number of people. Was this the summit??? Jonathan turned round deadpan and without cracking a smile said "Well...You won't get any higher than this!". He started cackling out loud and we all erupted and grabbed each other in a three way group hug. We had arrived and the swine had tried to catch us by surprise and he had succeeded in doing just that. In the happy melee that followed I gave Jonathan another half hug / handshake and thanked him for getting us there. I remember he said 'very well done to you both' then he said 'you both did very well'. Julie got another hug and we congratulated each other whilst smiling the whole while. Jonathan sat and admired the view. He said that he had never seen conditions as good as this on the top of mont blanc. You could have sunbathed on the summit. I surveyed the panorama around us. They views were the best I had seen in my life. The usual summit photos followed and some high jinx with video clips as well. A few folk followed on at our back and celebrated by flopping down onto the snow. I made sure I found what I considered to be the highest part of the snowy ridge as I really wanted to make sure I had really stood on the true summit of the mountain. Silly I know.

Tunnocks booster

2008-08-03T05:36:00.000-07:00

Tunnocks kindly agreed to provide some snacks for the climb so I munched through half a caramel log to steel myself for the final stretch. The summit was just over two hours away. Conditions were simply perfect. There was absolutely no wind at all. The sun was getting stronger all the while so we put on our suncream and glacier glasses. I knew that we just had to keep the head down for another few hours and we would make it. We were all in good spirits. We made off once more and saw a couple of teams really struggling at the vallot. One poor guy was taking a short pace before stopping to lean over his axe for a minute before taking another small pace again. We felt cheered by the fact that we still had good momentum. Other teams yielded readily and let us pass as we moved up the narrow bosses ridge. Julie shouted that we were passing the point where she turned around on her last attempt. The previous year her and her husband to be (Ian) found themselves being rushed up by an arrogant french guide that had earned the nickname 'fast frank'. This year was proving to be quite a different experience altogether. Jonathan was keen to keep a lid on any premature assumptions that the summit was nearly in the bag. We crossed one deep looking crevasse with a long run and jump each. The axe was plunged at the other side for insurance but we made it over no fuss. We passed over the bosses bumps and the ridge began to level ever so slightly with each step......

Approaching the vallot

2008-08-03T05:24:00.000-07:00

We were approaching the vallot refuge before 7am. You can see it in the background behind me. The vallot is a basic emergency shelter and was built to be used as such. Over the years however it had been used as a doss house and toilet so it really was in a state. It looks like it has been cleaned up inside and there is now an eco toilet as well. I didn't venture in though. We stopped for a decent rest and some food. We could see the summit now and we all seemed to be holding up well. A few eastern europeans shuffled around behind us in what looked like moulded clay clogs. The mont blanc circus show was now beginning but the best acts would be saved for the grand finale.

Sunrise on the col

2008-08-02T14:01:00.001-07:00

We were moving at a steady and measured pace. Our plodding was as steady as a slow metronome but we were passing a good number of climbers which was encouraging. I commented on the fact we were moving well together and mentioned to Julie that one of the squads we passed were labouring particularly badly to try and bolster our morale. I was feeling good. I had escaped ill effects so far but I was wondering if I was going to be struck down at some point as we got higher up. The sun now provided some spectacular views as the dome flattened out. We were now heading across the gouter col.

The gouter dome

2008-08-02T13:17:00.001-07:00

At 2am we left the tete rousse hut. We were on our own. There was no wind and no cloud. The starry sky above us looked fantastic. Within ten minutes we were at the edge of the grande couloir. We listened for a few minutes and heard no rocks coming down the gulley. We knew how dangerous this place could be at the wrong time. At this hour however the couloir was unusually quiet..almost benign. All the loose rocks were frozen in place with the hard snow. We gathered ourselves and made a dash across. We were across in less than ten seconds but it felt much longer to me. We started up the gouter ridge. The next two hours would be proper hand on rock climbing. We all tried to help each other by pointing out hazards like ice, awkward steps or loose rocks as we spotted them. It was very quiet in the dark but we made a point of chatting to each other and encouraging each other as we went. In the black we were unable to see each others faces so we used our voices to reassure each other that we were managing and feeling ok. Within an hour we got a whiff of the gouter hut. It was rancid but at least we knew we were getting there. Another hour later and we were at the hut itself. We went in and untied. The place was quiet. Most folk had left for the summit two hours before. We got a drink and lay down for a bit. Julie was still feeling off colour. The state of the toilets did nothing to settle her stomach. After half an hour she was still lying in a semi foetal position so I was worried for her but she rallied big style and soon we were on our feet getting geared up once more. I thought that if we stayed here long enough then we would all be feeling rough with the musty stink of the place. Julie seemed to perk up once we got moving. As we headed up the gouter dome the sun started to come up. The thin line of torch lights up ahead began to diminish as the sun washed out the faint beams. It was now 5.30am.

A quick breather

2008-08-01T08:01:00.000-07:00

We tried to conserve as much energy as possible en route to the tete rousse. We arrived in good time before having our evening meal. Julie and Jonathan were positively underwhelmed by their vegetarian meal option. We tried to get some sleep in the cho oyu dorm but it was practically impossible with folk shuffling around sorting gear and clothing all through the night. I think I managed to snatch less than half an hours worth of snoozing between 9pm and 1am. 1am has to be the earliest I have ever got up out of bed. At least we had a bed though. As we entered the dining area of the hut we were stepping over folk that were crashed out on the floor. Julie wasn't feeling great as we made our way to the breakfast table. She picked her way through breakfast. I did my best to coax her into eating as much as she could and offered her some painkillers from my first aid kit. Her sore head and feeling of sickness persisted as we got suited and booted up. Apparently she had been getting headaches on and off over the last three days. She had tried to be a real trooper however and play it down though. She had suffered pretty much in silence the whole time and only volunteered information about how she was feeling when I had asked her. Altitude was now meddling with the biological machinery.

Gouter ridge and couloir

2008-08-01T07:43:00.000-07:00

I got my first look at the notorious grande couloir as we got closer to the hut. The couloir is prone to rock fall and avalanches. It has a really bad reputation. Many people get killed or injured here every year. Luckily for us it was holding a lot of snow and this would all freeze solid during the night. We were hoping the rocks would be held in place by the solid ice by the time we went to cross it in the dark. We climbed for two hours in the small hours of the morning up the rocky section on the right of the photo to reach the filthy gouter hut. You can see the hut at the top of the rocks on the right of the snowy gouter dome. Avoid staying here if you can. The cleaning lady never quite makes it above 12,000ft round this area and she certainly never makes it to the gouter hut.

The long and winding road

2008-08-01T07:35:00.000-07:00

We chatted to a few climbers heading down from the mountain as we made our way up. A few had said that the winds above the vallot shelter on the final snow ridge had caused problems for a lot of people. A number of the climbers descending were looking pretty blasted and tired. The winds were due to drop however for the next day which was good news for us.

Mountain deer

2008-08-01T07:31:00.000-07:00

We spotted a number of nimble mountain deer grazing as we walked up to the tete rousse.

View up to tete rousse

2008-08-01T07:24:00.000-07:00

A tram was rolling into the station as we walked down towards the platform. We tried to sprint to ensure we didn't miss it but with heavy mountain boots and a rucksack on we broke into a something like a brisk shuffle. Jonathan tried to hide his frustration when he found out that the female station manager was operating a tres unique et merde syteme for ticket sales and bookings. A dozen folk stepped off the tram and a couple of old ladies got on before us. Using our combined powers of logic, calculus and analytical reasoning we made a reasonable guesstimation that another ten persons could enter the tram before it would be full. Our female station manager had other plans and the tram had mysteriously become fully booked once the ladies had got on. Jonathan entered into conversation with the lady and tried to teach her some basic arithmetic but unfortunately to her 12 minus 2 meant full so we waited for the next tram. Jonathan cursed her and her family and their neighbours and their pets whilst we waited. "This would never happen is switzerland you know!". Eventually we got on our way when our names came out the hat for places on the next tram. We could pick parts of the route out as we got further up the mountain. We had planned to stay over in the tete rousse refuge for a few hours before setting off at one in the morning for our final summit push in the dark. The tete rousse was much better in my opinion than the filthy gouter hut. Our summit day was 4 hours longer but it was a much better experience in the end.

Julie geared up and ready

2008-08-01T07:17:00.000-07:00

Julie and myself gave each other a hug and wished each other the best of luck after we took these pictures. We were now on our way to the summit. I told myself that I only had to cope with 24 hours of attrition before we would be back down in the valley again.

The days of reckoning

2008-08-01T07:06:00.000-07:00

We started out our journey by taking the bellevue cablecar before taking the mountain tram to the start of the tete rousse trail.

Back up scary ridge

2008-08-01T07:01:00.000-07:00

Our preparation and acclimatisation trips were over. Our next two days on the mountain would be our crack at the summit. The forecast was near perfect. The stage was set. We climbed back up scary ridge to return back to the valley.

My 4th alpine summit!

2008-08-01T06:56:00.000-07:00

We bagged another snow summit off the col du midi before we went for our hot chocolate.

Cosmiques / aguille du midi

2008-08-01T06:52:00.000-07:00

A nice view to the midi and cosmiques hut.

View towards point Isabelle

2008-08-01T06:48:00.000-07:00

We got fleeting glimpses of point Isabelle when there were gaps in the cloud.

Me on the aguilles

2008-08-01T06:44:00.000-07:00

Jonathan and myself on another aguille or peak. My third alpine summit in less than a week.

Cosmiques refuge

2008-08-01T06:37:00.000-07:00

We spotted the cosmiques refuge as we crossed the col. We stopped in here on the way back for a hot chocolate and a piece of apple tart. The apple tart was just a tiny bit burnt. The cosmiques hut is one of the high refuges used for a summit attempt on mont blanc from the side opposite the gouter route. The cosmiques hut seemed fairly clean and pretty roomy. The gouter hut is a total cess pit so avoid it if you can.

View down the vallee blanche

2008-08-01T06:31:00.000-07:00

The view from the col du midi down towards the vallee blanche.

Me on the vallee blanche

2008-08-01T06:25:00.000-07:00

There were a few tents on the vallee blanche even though the police apparently fly out regularly to confiscate them.

Mont blanc du tacul

2008-08-01T06:21:00.000-07:00

We had originally thought about doing mont blanc du tacul but decided that we were best saving our legs a bit for our summit attempt after our exertions on point Isabelle.

Final prep day - scary ridge!

2008-08-01T06:13:00.000-07:00

The weather forecast was showing signs of a change for our friday summit attempt so we decided to move the schedule forward a day maximise our chances of success. Tuesday took us to the vallee blanche below the aguille du midi for our final preparations. We went down the scary looking snow arete aka 'scary ridge'. It actually looked worse from a distance. It wasn't so bad once you were on it though.

Mont blanc up close

2008-08-01T05:58:00.000-07:00

We still couldn't see any climbers on the summit but we could see spindrift blowing from the top so it was possible that the wind had hampered climbing over there.

Not forgetting the white lady

2008-08-01T05:54:00.000-07:00

The views back to mont blanc were also stunning. The clouds in the sky looked like the streaks you see in marble stone.

View along the ridge

2008-08-01T05:43:00.000-07:00

The views along the ridge were equally impressive.

The view towards italy

2008-08-01T05:40:00.000-07:00

Impressive views towards italy from the top.

Jonathan on point Isabelle

2008-08-01T05:36:00.000-07:00

Even Jonathan looks happy and impressed with the 360 degree vista that greets us at the top.

Point Isabelle

2008-08-01T05:25:00.000-07:00

The final sting in the tail was a tough mixed climb up to the rocky summit of point Isabelle. It was the most difficult winter type climbing I had done in my life. Sparks were flying from my crampons as I tried to get grip on tiny flakes of rock. Julie decided to sit it out so it was just Jonathan and myself that did the tough last section of the summit. The views were simply breathtaking. On the way up the ridge I had one foot in italy and the other in france. Nobody asked me for my passport however.

Jonathan checks the weather

2008-08-01T04:51:00.000-07:00

I found Jonathan scanning around like this a few times on our trip. I assumed that he was taking in the views but in actual fact he was risk assessing things like the weather and snow conditions. I spotted Ron and Fi doing the same sort of thing a few times as well. A word on Jonathan. He is an excellent guide. He is used to training aspirant guides so he sets very high standards and they never drop for anyone in his company. It means that he sometimes comes across as a little coarse or impatient. His approach paid off though. By the time we were making our summit bid on mont blanc, the three of us were a finely honed and supremely organised wee team. Compared to many of the other squads we saw up there we looked like a bunch of professional mountaineers. Jonathan had a habit of making comments on the flaws of certain teams regarding their ropework or safety equipment. He did it completely in camera with the persons in earshot as if they were wax models placed there for the benefit of our instruction. Often he would walk over and point to the offending knot or similar whilst narrating out loud to myself and Julie what would happen to the person in the event of a slip or a fall. I found it highly amusing. The wax models found it a bit worrying.

Close up snap

2008-08-01T04:46:00.000-07:00

We snapped away with the cameras because we knew that we were probably looking at some of the best views of the mountain we were ever likely to see on the trip.

Moon over mt blanc

2008-08-01T04:43:00.000-07:00

The views down the valley were getting better by the minute so we stopped every now and then to take them in.

Me above the mer de glace

2008-08-01T04:38:00.001-07:00

Our early start ensured that everything was frozen solid. Conditions underfoot were just perfect for walking on. We found some nasty loose graupel snow (rounded hail type snow pellets) for a short stint but it didn't last too long.

Julie above mer de glace

2008-08-01T04:32:00.001-07:00

By this point we were well on our way to point Isabelle. It's a peak that has everything. A glacier trek, crevasse crossing, snow arete and a rough and ready mixed climb as the final sting in the tail. We only saw one other pair of climbers make it to the peak that day so we pretty much had it to ourselves.

Monte Bianco

2008-08-01T04:27:00.000-07:00

As the sun rose higher in the sky we were rewarded with a montage of atmospheric scenes down the valley. We couldn't quite pick out climbers on the ridge. It was probably too early in the morning yet. Oh..The italians call mont blanc monte bianco by the way.

Spectacular sunrise

2008-08-01T04:23:00.001-07:00

Shortly after the sun came up and provided some truly spectacular views down the valley to mont blanc. The early rise was more than worth it.

3am in the morning!

2008-08-01T04:16:00.000-07:00

I broke my early rise record by getting up at 3am and we made our way down onto the glacier. The lack of an obvious path and the fact that it was near pitch black provided some route finding challenges at first. The mist rolled in to further hamper our efforts but our perseverance paid off and half an our later we were back on the ice again. I snapped this photo of mont blanc just before the sun came up.

Still smiling!

2008-07-31T14:56:00.000-07:00

Or maybe I'm just bemused at the fact that we were booked for an early rise next day at 3am!

Inside the couvercle hut

2008-07-31T14:50:00.001-07:00

The hut was simple but friendly. The food really was superb and there was loads of it too. I would recommend this place as it isn't too busy and it is a wee bit off the beaten track so you get to see some fantastic views from the middle of the massif.

Almost at the hut

2008-07-31T14:47:00.000-07:00

The skies darkened just as we got near the hut but we made it just in time.

The ladders of doom

2008-07-31T14:40:00.000-07:00

En route to the hut we had to climb down eight rickety ladders to get onto the glacier before climbing up another eight or so at the other side. Each one was maybe 60 ft or more high. Top tip...Don't fall off the ladder...Oh and...make sure you dont fall off the ladder...

Me and Jonathan

2008-07-31T14:38:00.001-07:00

I look pretty happy as well with this cheeser.

Julie and Jonathan

2008-07-31T14:34:00.000-07:00

Julie and Jonathan all smiles on the glacier.

View up the glacier

2008-07-31T14:30:00.000-07:00

The forecast for the day was pretty grim but the weather turned out much better than we expected. We made good headway up the glacier.

Round two...

2008-07-31T14:22:00.000-07:00

After a rest day the second week kicked off on the mer de glace. I had two new faces out with me now. My climbing partner Julie and rated guide Jonathan Preston. We planned to head up to the couvercle refuge and climb point isabelle early the next day.

End of week one..

2008-07-31T13:58:00.000-07:00

Cheers! We wound down the end of the first week the following day up at the mer de glace. Ron and Fi had done a sterling job of looking after me and I certainly enjoyed myself the whole time. I felt like I was kicking around with a kindly aunt and uncle each day we headed out. I decided in the end that I couldn't choose which day was the best. I liked them all for different reasons. No two days were the same. We went for a meal and a few drinks to wrap up the week. It would be fair to say that we all had a few that night. Ron was still able to show me how to tie prussik loops though. I made sure Ron and Fi got back to the van ok in one piece. A big lie in on the rest day followed after that.

Abseiling down

2008-07-31T13:51:00.001-07:00

We abseiled safely back down the crag again and made our way to the pub for a celebratory drink. Ron wanted to go to a place called 'gite a vagabond' which loosely translated means house of the vagabonds. Fi didn't seem too keen though so we settled for a slightly more plush beer emporium in town.

Follow the leader

2008-07-31T13:46:00.003-07:00

I got a shot of leading a climb myself which was fantastic fun.

Rock climbing

2008-07-31T13:39:00.000-07:00

I think my face says it all here. We spent the day crag climbing in chamonix. We had a fantastic time. Some kids on the crag that looked about five years of age! Talk about starting young.

'None shall pass!!'

2008-07-31T13:32:00.000-07:00

Ron struck this amusing pose on the descent from the junction. It made me laugh because it put me in mind of the black knight in the monty python film 'the quest for the holy grail'. You know the knight that says...'None shall pass!!'.

Me and the aguille du midi

2008-07-31T13:27:00.000-07:00

Here you can see the spike of the top station on the midi cable car in the background behind me.

Balmat boulders

2008-07-31T13:20:00.001-07:00

This photo shows the Balmat boulders a bit more clearly. It's just a few granite blocks. Apparently some tourists had asked where they could find the house as if they expected some semi detatched wimpey home on the site.

Sunbathing at altitude

2008-07-31T12:57:00.000-07:00

We soaked up the sun and heard a few ice towers collapsing as the snow softened in the heat. Our vantage point was safe however. The view behind myself and Fi (in the funky orange sun hat) looks down towards the Balmat boulders and chamonix.

Gouter ridge

2008-07-31T12:51:00.000-07:00

This photo shows part of the Gouter ridge on the right hand side of the shot. We would climb it in the dark the following week as we made our way to the summit.

Balmat's house

2008-07-31T12:46:00.000-07:00

We found the plaque marking the bivouac site used by Balmat and Paccard on their first ascent in 1786.

Ice jumble

2008-07-31T12:40:00.000-07:00

The glacier was very broken up at the bottom. Very few people venture onto it now as a result. It is simply too dangerous.

Near the junction

2008-07-31T12:30:00.000-07:00

I got fried the previous day on the glacier despite having lathered myself with factor 50 sunscreen. I was taking no chances today and was looking like a member of the foreign legion in my sun hat and buff. We approached Balmat's house at the junction between the glaciers looking silly but without sunburn.

Gite a Balmat

2008-07-31T12:21:00.001-07:00

The following day we headed up the route used for the first ascent by Balmat and Paccard. Gite a Balmat means Balmat's house. Apparently folk used to think that if you stayed out on a mountain overnight you would die. Balmat and Paccard were forced to bivouac overnight under a few large boulders. They didn't die and the following day they made it to the summit of mont blanc. They collected a substantial bounty for making the first ascent. The 'house' is actually the space where they sheltered under the boulders.

Race against time!

2008-07-31T12:16:00.001-07:00

We were worried about missing the chairlift down to the valley so we got a bit of a shift on to make sure we didn't have to hoof it all the way back down. We made the lift with half an hour to spare.

Albert premiere hut

2008-07-31T12:11:00.000-07:00

We stopped in at the hut for a quick refreshment before pressing on down the hill. This hut seemed pretty clean compared to some of the others we saw higher up the mountain.

View from the tete blanche

2008-07-31T12:04:00.001-07:00

One last look around the blanche before we made our way down. The snow had fairly softened up by this point so some short patches of the glacier were hard work. We got down pretty quickly though.

The ms society photo

2008-07-31T11:59:00.000-07:00

A quick snap of the ms society t shirt before we headed back down.

Ron getting his arms burnt!

2008-07-31T11:53:00.000-07:00

Ron's arms got a bit fried on the way up. They look ok here but the next day they were looking a bit raw.

First alpine summit!

2008-07-31T11:46:00.000-07:00

Fi and myself admire the stunning views from the tete blanche. My first alpine summit and a mini milestone for me.

The aguilles

2008-07-31T11:41:00.000-07:00

We admired some of the rocky aguilles or 'needles' as we made our way up to the tete blanche.

Glacier climb

2008-07-31T11:35:00.000-07:00

It was great to be on snow and ice at last. The strength of the sun was just incrdible on the glacier. The challenge here was staying cool and hydrated. Suncream and glacier glasses were an absolute must on the ice.

Albert premiere hut

2008-07-31T11:30:00.000-07:00

As the ground got steeper we could see the hut up ahead. The hut was fully booked so we didn't stay here overnight. We pushed on up to the glacier.

Glacier greetings

2008-07-31T11:24:00.000-07:00

We got some great views up the valley as we approached the albert premiere hut. The glacier was a jumble of seracs and crevasses at the bottom.

Marmotte ahoy!

2008-07-31T11:19:00.000-07:00

We spotted this cheeky marmotte as we walked in. Marmottes look like a cross between a beaver and a squirrel.

Tete blanche walk in

2008-07-31T11:13:00.000-07:00

The following day Ron, Fi and myself started our walk in to the tete blanche. The tete blanche is one of the intermediate peaks on the mont blanc massif.

Sunset over mont blanc

2008-07-31T11:10:00.001-07:00

I got this snap of the mountain just as the sun went down. Mont blanc is the peak on the far left of the shot.

The highest 'tele' in europe

2008-07-31T11:06:00.001-07:00

I got a quick snap of myself reading the 'tele' before taking the cabecar back down to chamonix again.

Mont blanc shows herself

2008-07-31T11:02:00.001-07:00

As the day progressed the cloud began to break up and I got a peek at the white lady herself for the first time since my arrival in chamonix.

Climbers on scary ridge

2008-07-31T10:58:00.000-07:00

Some climbers heading down scary ridge....slowly and carefully.

Scary ridge

2008-07-31T10:52:00.000-07:00

At the top station the cloud lifted enough for me to get a peek at the sort of terrain I was going to have to negotiate over the next couple of weeks. A few climbers were heading down a narrow snow arete which had very steep drops on either side. Fi told me it had earned the nickname 'scary ridge'. A few days later I would be creeping down scary ridge myself. Top tip...Don't fall off it!

Car crush

2008-07-31T10:48:00.001-07:00

A large squad of japanese tourists shared my trip up in the cablecar. They took pictures of every boulder and snowflake on the way up.

Aguille du midi trip

2008-07-31T10:41:00.000-07:00

Quite a bit of snow fell through the night so many of the high paths were out of bounds as a result. Ron suggested going up in the 'midi' cablecar to gain a bit of height. I spent the day up at the top station eating cakes to help myself acclimatise to the thinner air at altitude. The air pressure at the top station at 3,800m or so was only 65% of normal pressure at sea level so the difference was significant. I didn't feel any ill effects though.

Plan du midi trek

2008-07-31T10:34:00.001-07:00

The weather was still very murky when Ron, Fi and myself took our first trip up the the mid station and the plan du midi. It was still great to be out on the mountain though. I actually felt like I was doing something to help prepare myself for the climb.

View from chalet

2008-07-31T10:25:00.000-07:00

This was the view that greeted me most days from my balcony. It shows the bossons glacier. The dome is the gouter dome. The summit of mt blanc is to the left of this but you can't see it for the cloud in this photo.

Les Arolles

2008-07-31T10:07:00.000-07:00

After passing through the notorious terminal 5 at heathrow I was never so happy to see my massive kit bag roll off the conveyor belt at Geneva airport. A few hours later and I had arrived in a very stormy chamonix. I was pleasantly surprised to find a neat wee chalet as my base for the next couple of weeks.

www.justgiving.com/stephenmcallister

2008-07-02T04:08:00.000-07:00

Hi folks. Elaine Bowers and her team have done the MS society proud today by including a two page article on my climb in the local press. I set up a charity account page fairly recently to allow folk to pledge money directly and securely online via the 'just giving' web site (see the link above). I paid all the fees for the trip myself so all money pledged goes directly to the charity and gift aid of 25% is applied. I will update this page as the climb progresses so you can see how I am getting on. If I can't get live feeds to this page during the climb then I will do a wee diary report after the event. Live updates should also appear on the talisman activities website under their 'mountain blog diary'. We plan to have a charity night / disco when I return, probably on the 9th of August so keep your eyes on the paper and this blog. I hope to do some more rock climbing next week just before I go and if the weather remains lousy then I will probably be doing the last of my training in the rain. I'm looking forward to the trip. The spare bedroom looks like a floor on 'tisos' with crampons and ice axes dotted about. Thanks for looking in and thanks for all your kind sponsorship! ...Stephen.

The crux move

2007-11-26T14:04:00.000-08:00

Craig approaches the difficult overhanging crux of the climb. I got a video clip of him a bit higher up and you can hear all of us yelling him on. The photos are silent so I thought I would mention that to give you an insight into the atmosphere that's lost in the stills....Anyway....that was the trip that was. We had a fantastic time and we hope to get back up here again sometime. We had a big meal and celebration back at aviemore afterwards. It would be fair to say that a few nice malts were quaffed as Ron told us stories round the fire about horrific avalanches and near misses on the mountains. He told us that he was forced to crawl on his belly one time off the Cairngorm plateau because the winds were so strong. Craig and myself saw three bright streaking meteors in the sky as we walked home in the pitch black to our b + b. It was a nice omen and finisher really. Our thoughts turn to the winter months now. The first snows have hit the summits on the cairngorms. I have looked out my ice axe and warm gear in preparation for some play time over the christmas hols which are now only four weeks away. Dougs and Diane are fine too. Will post soon...

Craig on prophet's walls

2007-11-26T13:59:00.000-08:00

Craig gets tore into the prophets walls. This was a tester for the pair of us and the high point of the trip in terms of achievement.

Gerry abseiling

2007-11-26T13:54:00.000-08:00

Gerry makes his way down. Fi looks after the ropes for him at the bottom.

Happy faces

2007-11-26T13:50:00.000-08:00

The happy faces say it all don't they. What a great way to clear your head.

Lunch

2007-11-26T13:45:00.001-08:00

Craig and myself grab a bite as Gerry gets ready for his shot at abseiling down.

The milk tray man

2007-11-26T13:40:00.000-08:00

I just need a black SAS suit and a box of milk tray eh hee hee hee!

Look out below!

2007-11-26T13:35:00.000-08:00

It's always easier getting back down again. That's Gerry on the far right by the way. He is thinking of heading to mont blanc as well next summer. Hope he does. He is a decent guy.

The easy way down

2007-11-26T13:15:00.000-08:00

Next day we found ourselves at the cummingstone sea cliffs on a perfect sunny day. With reinforced pants we set about the prophet walls and the sea stack. Gerry saw dolphins playing in the bay and they were leaping clear of the water before we arrived. Natch they had all absconded or went for a snooze by the time we showed up. We hastily abseiled down off the stack again when we realised the tide was coming in at the base of it. I love abseiling. Fantastic!