I managed to get out of bed and to Les Houches to start the Tour du Mont Blanc at 9:15. A bit later than I’d hoped, but still not too bad.
A half hour in, it started to mist. I got the odd valley view and only one mountain view. It was a pretty brutal climb, but I reached the Col de Voza without incident and found a cute place to have a coffee soon after. All the restaurants up the hill were closed as was the one directly on the trail at the top.
Col de Voza
Terrible photo of me at the summit, the Col de Voza, below. I took two and had someone take one. This is the better of other evils.
The mist turned into an unending downpour in the early afternoon. Pretty soon, my poncho was leaking through in a few places, and the water was running off it onto the front of my pants.
It slowed for a while, and I enjoyed my surroundings. Can you believe the TMB goes in front of this chapel? That gravel you see is the TMB. I had to take my photocopies of my guidebook out to make sure I wasn’t making a mistake.
We went down through a forest and up the other side as the river at the bottom, thundered in our ears. It was like wet Québec hiking with exposed roots, mud and a slippery trail.
Then it started to pour again. Most of me was pretty soaked when I arrived at the Chalet Alpin Français (CAF), in Les Contamines, but I wasn’t cold. Thank you Merino wool.
Chalet Alpin Français -Les Contamines
CAF had lost the only reservation I’d made for the trail, so now I’d follow what I was going to do initially. Find a place to sleep when I decide to stop. They had room. I stayed.
Great accommodation, though, and I highly recommend it.