Mountain climbing Europe’s Tour du Mont Blanc was a very completely different slice of European tradition for me: Coming upon a distant farmhouse-turned-thriving-cafe serving fantastic lunches…flowers and cows (with basic bells) scenically sprinkled all through…and an esprit de corps the place everyone seems to be like household.
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As practically everybody hikes in the identical route (counter-clockwise), you change into associates with fellow hikers. It appeared like half the folks on the path had been from the US, and I met a lot of Seattleites.
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And within the curiosity of climbing mild, lunches had 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 underneath climbing boots on the path.)