Our group shrank by two as Deborah and Patrick separated and drove to Switzerland in search of waterfalls and K-drama locations.

Chamonix

We checked out of the smelly hotel and moved into the cheery one down the block. Bienvenu! Time to paint the town red. Or some shade of subdued color.

Chamonix

Group photo with the Olympics logo of five interlocking rings that represents the five continents and the colors of blue, yellow, black, green, and red were chosen because at least one of these colors were on the flags of every known country in 1913 when it was designed. The first Winter Olympics were also held in this city in 1924.

Yumidori

Lunch at the restaurant founded by a chef who is a three-time sushi vice champion. Whatever that is. It’s an annual competition amongst non-Japanese sushi chefs judged by Japanese.

Chamonix

We had our TMB shirts, gaiters and other souvenirs but not the raison d’être for being here, so we boarded the bus to find it.

Les Houches

Group photo at the famous archway that is the “official” start and end of the TMB trail.

Les Houches

Individual photos under the wooden archway.

Les Houches

Monkey see, monkey do.

Church of St. John the Baptist

Keeping the sinners locked inside. The holy water was boiling.

Church of St. John the Baptist

Repent and pray harder.

Lac des Gaillands

We took the bus back and hopped off at the nearby artificial lake that was created at the beginning of the 20th century when the excavations for a nearby railroad line left a huge hole. Just add water.

Lac des Gaillands

No swimming allowed. Stumping permitted.

Lac des Gaillands

Group photo with the cloud cloaked Mount Blanc in the background.

Ruines du lac Sinclair

We crossed the road to explore the “ruins” we had sighted from the lake.

Ruines du lac Sinclair

Looking out from the “cave” across Lac Sinclair where Chico and Ferlino stood on the other side.

Ruines du lac Sinclair

Turns out these so-called “ruins” were actually the remains of a amusement or tourist park built by Lord Sinclair in 1886.

Mont Blanc

Looking up at the 15,766′ mountain that lays claim to being the highest peak in Europe and whose ownership is contested between France and Italy.

Hotel des Lacs

We stopped at this budget friendly hotel that has been welcoming tourists since 1930 to have ice cream from Australia.

Chamonix

Imitating the pedestrian stick figure that was first designed in 1961 by German traffic psychologist Karl Peglau to be more intuitive than symbols.

Aux Petits Gourmands

We popped into this bakery saloon to have Soupe à l’oignon and chocolate pastries, while the others shopped for souvenirs.

Hotel Lyret

Back in our hotel rooms for a spell, never understood why European showers have only half-screens. I read it’s because to save costs, easier to clean, space constraints and assuming that users can direct water where needed.

Casa Valerio

We had dinner at the nearby Italian restaurant and some had gelato in a cone for dessert on the streets of Chamonix.

Wednesday September 10, 2025

Hotel Lyret

Checked out of our nice smelling and friendly hotel as we spent the last day in France.

Hotel Lyret

Lionel, our guide for today, picked the four of us up from the hotel with our rented helmets and harnesses. The rest would take a bus to Geneva. We would join them later.

La Flegere

Deja vu. We found ourselves back at the mountain resort that marked the end of our TMB trek two days ago.

Via des Evettes

The start of our via ferrata or iron path.

Via des Evettes

Walking down past the chair lift and mountain hut with stunning views of the Alps in front of us.

Via des Evettes

Stepping down.

Via des Evettes

Traversing over a short scree field.

Via des Evettes

Going up the trail with the Mont Blanc massif mountain range behind us.

Via des Evettes

Time to put our rental equipment to good use.

Via des Evettes

Following the cabled path on the first via ferrata created in Chamonix in 2016.

Via des Evettes

Scrambling over protruding rocks.

Via des Evettes

The lanyards were somewhat of a hindrance on some parts, so I didn’t use them going up the Jardin a Michel section. Not recommended.

Via des Evettes

Chico clipped in and properly using the shock absorbing lanyards.

Via des Evettes

The Compagnie des Guides rated the Via Ferrata des Evettes as 2 out of 5 for difficulty.

Via des Evettes

Some of the vertical sections were surprisingly somewhat taxing, especially when you had to wait your turn to ascend and you were just hanging on these metal rungs on the side of a cliff.

Via des Evettes

Follow me. Easy peasy.

Via des Evettes

The rest of us crossing on the first suspension bridge, Pont des Chamois, which was roughly 20′ long. A taste of what was to come later.

Via des Evettes

Squeezing our way though the Boite aux lettres.

Via des Evettes

Climbing up and over a ridge.

Via des Evettes

Robin roped in.

Via des Evettes

Not quite an overhang, but close enough for our purposes today.

Via des Evettes

Making our way up the near vertical Deidre a Lolo section. I didn’t know they speak pidgin in France.

Via des Evettes

Looking down at the rest of the group climbing up, where is our rope?

Via des Evettes

Chico climbing out of the clouds.

Via des Evettes

You can do it. Look at me. I’m going backwards. Bouncing up and down. You can do it.

Via des Evettes

The face of determination or something close to it.

Via des Evettes

Balancing my way across the 164′ long Himalayan bridge.

Via des Evettes

One foot in front of the other foot. Repeat until the end.

Via des Evettes

Chico high above the valley floor.

Via des Evettes

Highlight of the day for Chico.

Via des Evettes

Ferlino bouncing on the suspension bridge.

Via des Evettes

We are done, time to shed the helmets and harnesses. Just got to hike back to La Flegere and beat the rain.

Via des Evettes

Following the posts and painted rocks to the cable car station.

Via des Evettes

Chico and Ferlino making their way down through the boulder field.

Via des Evettes

Walking down in the soupy mess of weather.

Via des Evettes

The end of our fun today. Lionel drove us back to Sanglard Sports to return our rental equipment and we tipped him for his time and trouble.

Chamonix

Sitting in a vintage gondola car circa 1920s.

Cool Cats

We had lunch at this highly recommended place that served gourmet hot dogs. More like a hot mess. I guess I’m more of a Costco hot dog kind of guy. We then walked back to our hotel and picked up our luggage and waited at the bus stop for our ride to Geneva. What looked like a homeless French person approached us and struck up a conversation with us and turns out he was waiting for his Chinese side piece who soon got off another bus. They then provided bi-lingual drama entertainment by yelling at each other in public, actually the woman was the active participant and the man was the passive participant. Robin, Chico and myself soon boarded the bus while Ferlino got lucky and took an earlier bus. We arrived in the town of Geneva where the bus dropped off the passengers at the first stop and was leaving for our destination, the airport. When the mad hatter woke up and ran up and down the aisle “I fell asleep! I need to get off! Stop the bus! Sorry!” We got off at the airport and was going to foolishly walk to our hotel when a well-placed call saved us and we took the shuttle and checked in.

Geneva

Meanwhile, Aida, Mari and Roger had arrived in the city that started as a Roman settlement in 58 B.C.. The group checked in, had their lunch and started their city tour. Walking city tour.

Jet d’Eau

Mari with the landmark water fountain that jets water up to 490′ high. Depending on the spot and wind direction, one may get slightly drenched.

L’Horloge Fleurie

The flower clock that was created in 1955 as a homage to the city’s watchmakers that is made up of 6,500 flowers and plants as the Geneva Ferris Wheel rotated in the background.

Rues Basses

Walking through the commercial heart of Geneva.

Bourg-de-Four

Passing through a Chapelle in the cobblestone square in the old town of Geneva.

Saint Pierre Cathedral

Exploring the historic church that was built on an ancient site of worship in 1160 and has been modified multiple times as it transitioned from Catholic to Calvinist faiths.

L’ancien arsenal

Three canons standing guard outside the 15th century armory.

Promenade de la Treille

Built in 1767 and measuring 413 feet long, this panoramic seat lays claim to being the world’s longest wooden bench. No rest for the weary.

Restaurant au Carnivore

Shall we eat here?

Reformation Wall

The monument located in the University of Geneva has four statues of men that were key proponents of Calvinism, the faith that believes God has predestined people who will be saved, rather than the Catholic Church who believes salvation lies in faith and good works.

Geneva

City sightseeing.

Promenade des Bastions

“To get squares, you have to give up squares.” – Bobby Fischer.

Place de Longemalle

Satisfying the sweet tooth.

Meat ‘ic Fish

Our last dinner in Europe where we dined on steak, had dessert prepared at our table and got charged roughly 30 dollars for 3 liters of water. Sacre bleu! At least, I brought my own drink. Saved some euros.

Thursday September 11, 2025

B&B Hotel

We checked out early to catch the airport shuttle, as Ferlino and Robin went their separate ways to go back home.

Geneva

The flights back home were three connecting flights from Geneva to London, London to San Francisco and San Francisco to Honolulu. 18 hours total.

Home Sweet Home

That concluded our European trip which was filled with awesome adventures, spectacular sightseeing, wonderful memories and in the company of good friends. Mahalo!

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Chico Cantu, Ferlino Carinio, Mari Saito, Robin Farr, Roger Schiffman, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

Note: I have been made aware that some hikers have been using my blog as a hiking guide and getting lost on the trails. Please note that this blog was made to document the hike for the crew(s) that did it. That is why some of my comments will seem to have no relevance or meaning to anybody outside of the crew(s) that hiked that trail. My blog was never meant as a hiking guide, so please do not treat it as such. If you find inspiration and entertainment from these hikes, that is more than enough. If you plan on replicating these hikes, do so in the knowledge that you should do your own research accordingly as trail conditions, access, legalities and so forth are constantly in flux. What was current today is most likely yesterdays news. Please be prepared to accept any risks and responsibilities on your own as you should know your own limitations, experience and abilities before you even set foot on a trail, as even the “simplest” or “easiest” of trails can present potential pitfalls for even the most “experienced” hikers. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

Our final day on the TMB as we neared the symbolic “finish line.”

Argentiere

We ate our European breakfast, packed our last lunch tin and checked out of the most comfortable hotel on the trip.

Argentiere

Took a short walk up the road to the bus stop.

Tre le Champ

Getting off the bus that took us to another charming hamlet catering to TMB hikers.

Tre le Champ

Looking up at the snow kissed mountains overshadowing the town.

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Group photo at the trailhead that are shared with railroad tracks. You mean we can take a train?

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Skirting the French chalets as we struck out on the path.

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Aida with one of several wooden totem poles along the trail. Local transplants?

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Roaming through alpine pastures.

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We are going here!

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I hear you knocking but you can’t come in. I hear you knockin’, go back where you been.

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Ferlino and Patrick walking on the elevated footpath.

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Looking back down into the valley where we had just departed.

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Spider-Man and Uncle Ben made an appearance in the tree line as we waited for the rest of the group to catch up.

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Climbing our way through the more than 3,200′ of elevation gain today.

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Hiking our way up through the rock strewn landscape.

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Jumping for joy.

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Mari striking a pose against the backdrop of the Mont Blanc massif mountain range.

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Approaching the rock formation called Aiguillette d’Argentiere, which serves as the springboard for aspiring alpinists.

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There are alternative paths that significantly change the experience of the trail. Is this such a variant?

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Group photo with Aiguillette d’Argentiere in the background and her two hikers perched at the summit.

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Climbing queue to go up the “infamous” ladder section which is also part of the Aiguilles Rouges National Nature Reserve that was created in 1974 and covers 8,100 acres.

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Sylvia following me up the ladder. This is where bottlenecks happen as the line becomes easily backed up and sometimes two-way traffic flow adds to the congestion.

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Spider-Man climbs up the ladder in his own way.

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Robin climbing up from the base.

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Mari traversing across a narrow stretch with the assistance of a bolted cable.

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“Deb, tell me again why this is fun?”

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Chico climbing up a short and steep ladder.

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Aida and Roger between steps and ladders.

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Back on the ladders.

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Those with an aversion to the inclined metal rungs can take the variant Col des Montets trail which avoids them altogether. But we did not have such an aversion.

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Aida soaking in the views.

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Somebody in a red and blue costume was making their way up the Balcon Sud trail, so named because the path provides unmatched panoramic views of the Southern side of the Mont Blanc massif.

Tete aux Vents

Photo at the cairn that marks 7,020′ in elevation and the junction where the traditional trail takes one to La Flegere, but we would be taking the higher variant trail to Lac Blanc.

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Leaving the junction as we steadily chased more elevation.

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Looking ahead to the rustic mountain hut that dominates Chamonix Valley.

Lac des Cheserys

We soon arrived at the string of five alpine lakes that populate this side of the mountain.

Lac des Cheserys

Aida next to the cairn that marks the 7,350′ elevation.

Lac des Cheserys

Ferlino and Robin overlooking the largest of the five lakes, where we noticed ladders at the end of the lake which previously helped hikers enter and exit the body of water. Swimming is now prohibited for safety and preservation reasons.

Lac des Cheserys

If you can’t swim, might as well enjoy the views.

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“Ladders? We don’t need no stinking ladders!” repeating the widely quoted paraphrase of a paraphrase.

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Chico failing to maintain his three points of contact as we left the alpine lakes behind us.

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Patrick charging up the trail, looking for that elusive “fun” that he was asking about the whole time on the trail.

Refuge du Lac Blanc

Mari topping out at the highest point on the trail at 7,716′ elevation.

Lac Blanc

Somebody was smart and went straight to the lake for the views before eating lunch.

Refuge du Lac Blanc

Table with a view. Understatement of the year.

Refuge du Lac Blanc

Sights and smells of hot vegetable soup, hot dog and chilled soda on this chilly day sent our packed tin lunch out the window. Sorry Sylvia.

Lac Blanc

Group photo in front of the cloud diffused view of the lake. Oh well, at least our tummies were full of hot soup and meat byproducts and carbonated sugary liquids.

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Sylvia said there were rumors of rain in our forecast, so we quickened our pace during our descent.

TMB Trail

We saw a pair of female alpine ibex which was near the brink of extinction by the 19th century, but has been successfully reintroduced to its natural habitat.

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Passing another alpine lake on our way down.

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Switch backing our way down as we alternated between metal and ground.

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Passing an unmarked cairn on the trail, perhaps to symbolize that we were almost there! There were also abundant blueberries on the trail for snacking.

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Traversing the boardwalk around Lac de la Flegere with muted views of the mountains.

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Walking near the Index Chairlift which takes skiers and hikers further up to the “roof” of Europe at 8,514′ in elevation when working. Not today.

La Flegere

Photo finish at the 6,175′ resort popular with skiers and hikers alike.

La Flegere

All smiles in the aerial ski lift that was first installed in 1956 and updated numerous times over the years.

Les Praz

We lost over 2,729′ of elevation during our ride down to the picturesque village on the outskirts of Chamonix, which has been inhabited since 1091. We were finished and the fun was done. Yay!

Chamonix

The bus dropped us off back to the town where we had started and the pink hotel with the world famous hospitality that we had missed on the trail.

Atmosphere

Our last dinner together was at the popular alpine restaurant in the heart of town where we were joined by the Tom’s daughter and friend who had just completed the entire TMB trail themselves. The dinner dishes were full of flavor and artfully crafted which was pleasing to the eye and the stomach.

Atmosphere

Collectively we chipped in and gave a monetary gift of gratitude to our guide, Sylvia Frappier who provided a memorable experience for our group.

GPS Tracks

Our abbreviated version of the TMB covered a total of 51.73 miles around the massive Mont Blanc that subjectively highlighted the best views and trail experiences. Bravo to the group for starting and finishing strong and more importantly we all did the hike in good company and spirits and all finished safe and sound.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Chico Cantu, Deborah Tom, Ferlino Carinio, Mari Saito, Patrick Tom, Robin Farr, Roger Schiffman, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

Note: I have been made aware that some hikers have been using my blog as a hiking guide and getting lost on the trails. Please note that this blog was made to document the hike for the crew(s) that did it. That is why some of my comments will seem to have no relevance or meaning to anybody outside of the crew(s) that hiked that trail. My blog was never meant as a hiking guide, so please do not treat it as such. If you find inspiration and entertainment from these hikes, that is more than enough. If you plan on replicating these hikes, do so in the knowledge that you should do your own research accordingly as trail conditions, access, legalities and so forth are constantly in flux. What was current today is most likely yesterdays news. Please be prepared to accept any risks and responsibilities on your own as you should know your own limitations, experience and abilities before you even set foot on a trail, as even the “simplest” or “easiest” of trails can present potential pitfalls for even the most “experienced” hikers. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

The day had finally arrived as we started on the CliffsNotes version of the TMB. We had eschewed hiking the entire 106 miles circuit that typically takes 8-11 days to complete. Instead we opted on a guided six-day hike that highlighted the “best” of the trail and left the more “mundane” sections out in left field. The TMB trail started for practical and economic reasons to move herds of sheep between the valleys and to facilitate fur trade among the scattered groups of people living in the valleys. Now it serves to move hikers between the valleys.

Chamonix

We stored our unneeded items in the hotel’s storage, packed our pasta in the provided tins, shared some of the lunch load and ate our standard breakfast fare.

Chamonix

Is that where we are going today? General direction?

Chamonix

Sylvia paying our bus fare as we took the short ride to the next town.

Telepherique de Bellevue

Didn’t we pass Les Houches, the official gate and start/finish of the TMB trail? I guess this will have to do for now.

Telepherique de Bellevue

Waiting in line to take the cable car ride to the top.

La Chalette

Group photo at the top with the panoramic mountain view.

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I guess this is the start of the Tour du Mont Blanc trail for our group.

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Mari crossing the cog railway line. You mean we can take the train?

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The girls making their way down the rooted part of the path.

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Heading out to the picturesque mountains. Not a bad way to start the morning.

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“Chains? We don’t need no stinking chains!” Paraphrasing the famous misquote from the 1948 film The Treasure of Sierra Madre.

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Sylvia and Ferlino passing through one of two cattle gates on the path.

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Is that Mont Blanc in the background?

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Descending down a set of switchbacks which bottled the hikers on the trail.

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Crossing the Glacier de Bionnassay footbridge that passes over the river fed by the glacier melt.

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Passing through an alpine forest as we pushed our way up, somebody had magic hiking sticks on the trail.

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Robin at a nice scenic spot with the Alps in the background.

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Back to the grind.

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We had our lunch below the windswept pass with tins of pasta salad and of course; bread, cheese and meat.

Col de Tricot

Our first mountain pass in the Alps at an altitude of 6,955′ with Mont Vorassay in the background.

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What goes up, must come back down.

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Making our way down the steep switchbacks.

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Descending towards the valley pasture.

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You take the easy way, I’ll take the hard way down.

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Headed towards our first shelter on the trail.

Refuge de Miage

We stopped at the mountain hut in the center of Miage Valley to have carbonated drinks and ice cream.

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Refreshed and recharged, we crossed a small stream and refilled our water bottles before resuming our hike.

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Back on the trail to climb a smaller pass.

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Chico taking advantage of the creative use of a tree stump.

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Nice to have a bench at the top of the pass to rest our derrieres. Trying to speak the local lingo.

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Looking back at our steep descent from the earlier pass where we lost over 1,800′ of elevation.

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Robin trying to orient herself to the direction of the trail.

Chalets du Truc

Brief stop at the mountain hut located on the plateau du Truc with sweeping mountain views of Domes de Miage to the Aravis mountains. We would have to miss the evening milking of the cows.

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Passing through the 14,000 acre forest reserve created in 1979 that encompasses pastures, rivers, forests and glaciers.

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Mari crossing over an electric wire meant to keep the cows in their place. I don’t think anybody actually checked if the switch was “on.”

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The group waiting their turn to cross over another slippery cow barrier. It must be working, we didn’t see any cows.

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Leaving the tree line for signs of civilization.

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Looking both ways before we cross the road. Safety first. We walked on the roads, passed through clusters of places for rent, crossed over multiple bridges, followed the stream and passed a horse pasture among other things.

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Are we there yet?

TMB Trail

We are almost there. That was a long 15 minutes. I think it must have been measured in metrics.

Le Pontet

Checking in, party of nine. We were assigned to our dormitory style rooms with bunk bed accommodations and bed bug powder at the foot of the bunks. There was some confusion as to whether we could bring our packs to our rooms or not. Some heeded and some did not.

Le Pontet

Some of us took hot showers in the common areas and then we all met up to have our family style dinner. BYOC (Bring Your Own Coke).

GPS Tracks

Our first day on the storied Tour du Mont Blanc trail covered 8.74 miles through the wilderness of the Alps. Somebody inquired as to taking a zero day on the second day. Cost was 270 euros for the taxi. That was roughly $315 dollars. Hard pass. The secret to motivating hikers? Hit ‘em in the wallet.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Chico Cantu, Deborah Tom, Ferlino Carinio, Mari Saito, Patrick Tom, Robin Farr, Roger Schiffman, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

Note: I have been made aware that some hikers have been using my blog as a hiking guide and getting lost on the trails. Please note that this blog was made to document the hike for the crew(s) that did it. That is why some of my comments will seem to have no relevance or meaning to anybody outside of the crew(s) that hiked that trail. My blog was never meant as a hiking guide, so please do not treat it as such. If you find inspiration and entertainment from these hikes, that is more than enough. If you plan on replicating these hikes, do so in the knowledge that you should do your own research accordingly as trail conditions, access, legalities and so forth are constantly in flux. What was current today is most likely yesterdays news. Please be prepared to accept any risks and responsibilities on your own as you should know your own limitations, experience and abilities before you even set foot on a trail, as even the “simplest” or “easiest” of trails can present potential pitfalls for even the most “experienced” hikers. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

It was that time for an overseas trip that was long in the planning and short on the execution. Some of us had eighteen hour connecting flights and others shorter due to their proximity to the destination.

Transit

Collectively we all met up in the Swiss city of Geneva that started off as an Roman settlement and bused ourselves to one of the oldest ski resorts in France.

France

Watching waterfalls cascading down the alpine landscape on our roughly one hour bus ride.

Hotel Sweet Hotel

The bus dropped us off at a stop in town and we dragged our suitcases down the cobblestone and asphalt roads to our pink hotel that started off as an 18th century mill. We checked in and were greeted with “Put your luggage in the dining room” and “Use the bathroom up the street.” What happened to bonjour? Ahh yes, the famous hospitality of the French that I’ve heard so much about.

Chamonix

We left the gracious hospitality and decided to explore the town. Everybody was accounted for with the exception of Robin who would be joining us later.

Casino de Chamonix

The gambling establishment in the middle of town started off as the Royal Hotel built in 1848, and hosted Napoleon III in 1860 as he was touring the territory that was just annexed from the Kingdom of Sardinia. We looked around but didn’t drop any euros as we had already spent enough on the trip.

McDonald’s

“You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Chamonix?
“They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?”
“No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn’t know what the putain a Quarter Pounder is.”
“What’d they call it?”
“Royal Deluxe.”
*Conversation updated as it’s somewhat dated, over 30 years old.

Chamonix

Dessert before lunch?

Chamonix

Bonjour, j’ai besoin d’aller aux toilettes. Go up the street.

Rose du Pont

We had lunch at the restaurant next to the Arve river that was being fed by the melting glaciers and experienced another dose of that famous French hospitality.

Chamonix

A day late and a euro short and you’re going the wrong way. Tom Evans was the finisher of the 174 km (108 miles) Ultra-Trail du Mont-Blanc race in 19 hours 18 minutes and 58 seconds. We also met one of the finishers who took 45 hours and change to complete the grueling trek, he said he was hallucinating at some parts of the race.

Paroisse Saint Bernard du Mont-Blanc

We visited the Catholic Church dedicated to Saint Bernard, the patron saint of the Alps.

Chamonix

Groot wasn’t here to mark his territory, so Chico did it for him.

Chamonix

We sampled the local gelato at Chamon’ice as our first choice had too many non-flying winged insects and that famous French hospitality.

Chamonix

Life imitating art. Chico and Ferlino mimicking the poses of Jacques Balmat and Horace-Bénédict de Saussure, Balmat was the first person to climb Mont Blanc in 1786 and Saussure financed the expedition.

Chamonix

It’s not the Pont des Arts, but the splash of colorful flowers more than made up for it. We all soon retired to our respective hotels where some of us slept through the rainy night, others had seafood and burgers for dinner. No Deluxe Royal? Sacre bleu!

Tuesday September 2, 2025

Hotel Vallee Blanche

Our second day in France where we woke up and ate what was seemingly the standard breakfast fare in Europe – bread, cheese and cured meat. A far cry from Portugese sausage, eggs and rice.

Hotel Lyret

The group met up at the hotel that was more pleasing to the nasal passages, where Aida and Robin were engaged in the game that can trace its origins to India.

Chemin de fer du Montenvers

We took a short walk to the nearby rack railway line to visit the valley glacier. While we waited for the train, we checked out the impressive nearby vegetable garden.

Chemin de fer du Montenvers

All aboard the cog train ride that took roughly 20 minutes and gained over 1,000 meters in elevation to the Montenvers station.

Mer De Glace

Group photo nearby the Montenvers Refuge that was built in 1880 for mountaineers and visitors to explore the Alps.

Mer De Glace

Overlooking the sea of ice, which is the second largest glacier in the Alps.

Mer De Glace

We took the gondola down to the lift stop and descended down the 580 or 170 steps to the ice cave.

Grotte De Glace

Chico tasting the ancient ice, which some of the sections date back to over 12,000 years. No chlorination here.

Grotte De Glace

Aida preferred a more hands on approach to the ancient ice.

Grotte De Glace

This is a larger than life ice statue of the Le Tardigrade which are .5mm long eight-legged micro-animals known colloquially as water bears, moss piglets and slow walkers. They inhabit mountains, oceans, rainforests and glacier ice. Who made the right choice now?

Grotte De Glace

Walking around the artificial ice cave that was first dug out of the Lower Grindelwald Glacier in 1862 to attract tourists to the area. A decade later, it was moved to the Bossons Glacier. From 1946, the ice cave has been annually dug out in its current location.

Grotte De Glace

Group photo in one of the smaller rooms in the cave.

Grotte De Glace

If this is an ice bar, where are the alcoholic drinks? Tell me, they at least have bottles of Coca-Cola!

Mer De Glace

Walking up the ever expanding steps to the gondola that would take us back to our red train. The glacier has lost over 520 feet depth in the last 35 years due to climate change that will drastically affect the ecosystem if continued unchecked.

Mer De Glace

Riding our way back down to the town of Chamonix.

Chamonix

We wandered around the town square, armed with two recommendations from the hotel, on where to eat lunch.

Chamonix

Both were closed, what luck. So we settled on Satsuki, Japanese food for lunch. It’s not like we can get this at home. Sorry sir, enfant menu is for children only. Biologically and not mentally.

Chamonix

Walking around the town square with snow capped mountains in the background.

Chamonix

The group eating Italian gelato, the frozen dessert is different from ice cream in that it has less air and fat which makes it denser and smoother.

Cascade du Dard Trail

Deborah suggested a quick hike to a nearby waterfall to end the day.

Cascade du Dard Trail

Walking next to the river called Torrent des Favrands, known as the Tissourds.

Cascade du Dard Trail

The group crossing over a small footbridge.

Cascade du Dard Trail

Walking alongside European Route E25 that stretches from Holland to Italy.

Cascade du Dard Trail

The group making their way down to another bridge crossing after a short and stiff climb through the forest.

Cascade du Dard Trail

Making our way down to the waterfall fed by the Torrent du Dard.

Cascade du Dard

Solo shots with the picturesque 20-30′ meter high waterfall.

Cascade du Dard

Group photo in front of the largest waterfall in the Chamonix valley.

Buvette de la Cascade de Dard

Nobody grabbing an iced coffee on the way out?

Cascade du Dard Trail

Ferlino balancing on the bridge and failing to have three points of contact. Somebody call Inspection du travail.

La Caleche

We made it back to the hotel with ten minutes to spare for our six o’clock meeting with our guide, Sylvia Frappier. The theme of the meeting was “What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.” She gave us sleeping bag liners and towels after the company told us we had to bring them ourselves. The biggest issue was that they would provide the hiking poles. Non. In the end, she found us rental poles and somebody got their Black Diamond poles that they had been wishing for. We met later for a paid dinner at the restaurant specializing in alpine cuisine and retired to our rooms to start our TMB trek tomorrow.

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Chico Cantu, Deborah Tom, Ferlino Carinio, Mari Saito, Patrick Tom, Robin Farr, Roger Schiffman, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

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