Mountain climbing Europe’s Tour du Mont Blanc was a very totally 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 practically everybody hikes in the identical path (counter-clockwise), you turn out to be buddies with fellow hikers. It appeared like half the folks on the path have been from the US, and I met plenty of Seattleites.
And within the curiosity of climbing mild, lunches have been quite simple — only a sandwich from the lodge, possibly a carrot, a chunk 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 beneath climbing boots on the path.)
