A Girl, a Wookie, the Cosmiques and the Rond

We went to the Cosmiques because we heard it was awesome, once you got past the top bit that is, which had a bluish tone to it. We abbed that bit, as the girls (one is known as Ginger Wookie) who were Comsique virgins didnt need to sample the worst it had to offer. As I stand on my skis waiting for the girls to get their skis on and pull their ropes, someone screams rock and I see a microwave sized block slam into a guy abseiling and accelerates onwards. I decide to slide forward and take my chances on bluish snow ice as the boulder speeds towards the team below.  Memories of having my nose broken here a lifetime ago by careless people abseiling above teams. The injured skier had to get roped out of the couloir. Surprising his leg didnt shatter.

After alot of faff the skiing was superb and worth it.

Going past the top of the Para Face without diving in was difficult but I needed to do some more skiing so went to the Rond. It must have seen half of Chamonix that day so the traverse was down to glacier ice again and a bit sketchy. Below, the pow was really uniform and 10 minutes later I was lapping back to the Para Face and arcing out GS turns to the Gare des Glaciers. Here’s where I made an error. I kept the car keys when I should have given them to the girls, who had gone down the VB side. They could have picked me up at the tunnel but instead I had to walk back to town in my race boots. Clunk, clunk, clunk, knees and back enjoyed that one! Its a lush walk through the forest only spoiled by the Gypsy camp and their rabid, aggressive, unleashed pack of dogs that charge at you barking and drooling in anticipation of another skier meal. In winter you can ski through at 25 mph but right now you are walking and easy prey for the pack. Take a tazor, pepper spray and a machete or even better, a sawn-off!!  The most dangerous place in Chamonix aside from the back of Le Tour. You are warned.

Bouldering, Beer, BBQ

With a period of poor weather approaching in the mountains it was time to swap skis for rock shoes and visit our backyard boulders. As usual at this time of year the feeling is one of being as weak as a kitten but its early days yet and I’m featherweight after 80 odd days in the mountains this winter so far. With the cooler weather, contact was perfect.

Afterwards we lit the BBQ and had a couple of beers and had the pleasure of meeting  Philip’s 80 year old father who was visiting.

 

Philip in holiday mode after work.

Philip going for the one handed ascent holding a beer.

Beer landed safely.

How come no one told me I am sporting a mullet in the making. Time for a haircut!!

Last rays.

Sunset

 

Always drink responsibly. Contrary to Scots thinking, beer does not qualify as part of a balanced diet as one of the five a day. 

Black Crows, Scorching Heat, Sunbathing Girl

Cyclops.

Michelle starting down.

Creamy snow.

Me skiing.

Approaching a short mixed section.

Lunchtime. The route goes from South to West so we hung out waiting for the sun.

Still waiting.

Feeding the burds.

Nearly had my finger off. Didn’t know they had teeth!

Glad we did some slope maintenance on the way up to get rid of the death cookies.

Sunbathing Girl

Col de la Terrace SW Couloir

We’ve both hand stomach problems the last couple days so not felt super energetic but with the snow level rising fast we were motivated to do the long 1400 m tour up Tres les Eaux to Col de la Terrace to get the superb corn descent down the SW Couloir. I’m certainly getting a workout dragging heavy alpine touring kit round the mountains but it makes the descents so sweet. I’ve toured so much this year I can barely remember what its like to be in glove like race fit 130 boots!

We didnt see another person all day so it was fantastic having the mountains to ourselves with amazing spring snow conditions.