Sunday 9th: up 6:45 b’fast off 8:10 col Basac Dere 10:30 3083. Whew. There's a widespread ocean of glacier up the side I came, good scenery, the “plateau” around 2900 is fun to walk over. Far side: distantly , Gran Paradiso and maybe to its L Monte Rosa? Off 10:50. Down to big lago di Golettaz 11;30. Peak behind is Granta Parei. No swim but do paddle: it's cold and I am not sweaty. Ref Benevolo 12:40. It is a very popular hut on a sunny Sunday lunchtime, crowded in and out. Put sac down get a biere and tarte di mele v nice (but €12 combined) and sit quietly. Wash socks and feet in trough and put feet up, so to speak, enjoy not using any muscles. This is probably the first extensive piece of time I have had to do nothing in. No great thunks emerge but I persist in turning things over. When walking I am looking ahead or at my feet, or allowing songs to precess, but not really thinking. Ref is private. It has a CAI sign so I got out my OAV card but the woman who speaks English and so was deputed to deal with me says it became priv about 15 years ago. It is an old building - dark wood, creaking floorboards - with a modern extension. I am in an absurdly high bunk, the last place available. Later arrivals get to camp, just over the rise. I think the official rule in Italy is “above 2500 and 7-to-7”. Also a party of scouts, also out of sight. Clouding over pm. With luck we get some rain. Wind earlier threw up small tornado of dust. This place is a bit thin on sockets but I find one. Also shower, from warm w’bottle, thereby saving €3. 8: at last the threatened rain, with lightning, though not heavy. I have elected for 6 am b’fast in an effort to get up before the sun. In response to rain children run around gleefully but it strengthens and all retreat inside. This would deffo be tarp-testing; I am glad to be indoors.
Monday 10th: my place up high could be stuffy but isn't quite. Plenty of folk getting up in the night but that's ok. First up and first to b’fast at 6. There's light in the sky. 7:15: off. Few clouds, fading; sun on the higher peaks. FFS: I didn't pay the refuge! Must send somehow. 8:45 sun. I was beginning to doubt my path - I am not on my intended track which is lower - since the trace is faint. But there are cairns and some paint marks and then an unmistakable “13B” mark. So I have hope. I'm at about 2800 so 350 to go. All about: ex glacial landscape, with some remaining glaciers. 8:50: 15 mins rest. 9:45 to “col” but which one? The far side is uninviting. 3130 says compass. Also, clouded earlier and now light rain: put on coat + trous. Nivoletta? Most likely. 10:15: over slightly dodgy “paths” to the True Col 3195, with signs, and two bods just trudging up the far side. It is possible to walk up Punta Basei 3338; I get to 3280 at 10:40 but don't feel like the rest. There's a nice snow-col stretching out towards a little peak with a cross on facing the valley, with a 45 degree ice slope below it; I had hoped to get onto this from above but it was non trivial so I backed off. Back to col, rain has stopped, some sun, off 11. Brief stop :20 to de-trous and coat; bumble down, stop 12 by lakes by junction of “two cols” (the other and easier being Colle Rosset) for lunch: the last of the once mighty Les Arcs Beaufort and the last of the just about eatable Pralognan bread. Off :20. Down to ref Savoie and the roadhead (of the made road; down towards Pont is unmade). 12:40. No signal, no wifi. Carpark, cars, bikers, a coach, a lake… not desperately appealing. But! I get a cafe, and they would have sold me a Mars or similar, or sandwich etc. From above, looking across to the GP, it looked a bit crevassy, so caution will be called for. It is ~7 km down to Pont, mostly trail. Post cafe, to shady side of ref to rest out of sun. 1:40 off. 2:40: stop for rest by lovely stream that gently ambles down this wide slow grassy valley. About 2k left to Pont. 2:55 off, 3:20: to the cross, Pont waay below… I have underestimated. Arrive around 4. The giant car park, giant campsite, and tiny shop are as I remember. Get two zitrone yog (no plain except multipacks) and an orange. Good. Indulge in Internet. Go back in and get a few prunes, some bread+cheese, and a slice of spinach tart and a Mars bar and I am set for a few days. Also email Benevolo. 5:45: off along the river, then up. 7:45: arrive Vittorio Emanuele. 2735. Another whew. I'm in the “cabins” again (M. finds me a place and tells me to phone not email at last hour), #5 this time. But it is locked; probably at dinner. Have a shower (cold but very welcome) and a biere while waiting. There's no signal and very wobbly wifi and the usual fight for power points. I was racing the sun coming up; sadly I won despite a couple of pauses to let the shadow catch up. And so to bed at 9. No sign of my dorm-mates. Sort out kit for tomorrow’s attempt on the Gran Paradiso.
Tuesday 11th: up 4 (my roommates earlier) finish b’fast:30 off :45. Most already gone I think. So… where to go. I didn't recce last night on the ridiculous grounds that I would remember. So head off, lights a way ahead. Stop after 10 mins to take off down, then in thin top, black stripe top, thermals and w’proof trous. After a while lights behind - and the crappy bouldery ground - says I am too high so correct (on way back realise: you need to go level across the boulders, then you'll come to a decent path which then climbs). Some Poles burn by so I tail them and this works well as they slow and I follow. All rest 5:45 put on raincoat. O’take them later, rest again 6:20 now light. 6:35: 3350 (by the compass app). Following a trail of slow folk happy for the rest. 6:55: 3440: still on rock. I think we're avoiding the initial snow slope. Path is cairned. 7:40: rest and food break; 3640. You can tell from all the waypoints that I am noticing the effort: perhaps I am suffering from Bellevue syndrome. 8: 3690. Finally hit the ice (a few came up it from lower). It is hard frozen snow, and ice chips on the trace. Crampons, axe, off 8:15. 8:55: 3900. 9:20 off snow onto Rock ridge into sun 4015. Views! Summit 9:45 after walking the “true summit” ridge. GPS says “true” is 4058 and “Madonna” 4057. 10:10: back to crampons and off. Snow has softened below the first 50m down to the slightly iffy bergschrund. 10:40: off ice, rm w’proof trous and gaiters switch to orange coat. And have some yummy prunes. I considered going the more interesting and likely nicer snow descent (ah: is it the way down to the Federico Chabod?) but it was unjustifiable. Most people are going my way. Btw I had to re-seat the crampons (Leopards, remember) once on ascent. Not to bad on fairly hard ground. 12:15: 3022. There are hundreds and hundreds of meters of rock to descend, guarded by undescendable bluffs, dotted with hundreds of cairns delineating hundreds of branching paths. Perhaps it is part of the fun. Or maybe they should invest in a tube of spray paint. I end up yo-yo-ing with others: I follow them for a bit, they go astray, I go another way, and so on. Off 12:35, down around 1. 2: have had a cold shower, odd gnocchi (more like potato cakes; but good) and biere, now have cafe and strudel. On a card, it is all free! All of a sudden it starts to rain. They turn on a heater/blower to dry wet arrivals kit, so I wash socks and thin top. Meal: bread+cheese, all of it. This evening the same sun that yesterday I was hoping would set is pleasantly warming me in and out as I sit out with a glass of red. 8:08: the sun has dipped below the yardarm.
Wednesday 12th: the luxury of getting up just before 7 and a slow b’fast. Weird dream: the world had been taken over by aliens, who then left, and (I cohere this strongly, it was much less and I can't recall) we were all going to die cos civ would collapse; plus I couldn't get my rope. Pay: 2 x (night+recip, b’fast) was €76. The summits are in cloud. Staff are in full “roll up the mats and sweep the floors” mode. Off 8:30. A bit more than an hour to the Tetras Lyre for coffee (Mme cannot quite bring herself to defile her cafe so gives me espresso and a jug of hot water) and sit in the fresh morning shade watching the keen folk head on up. Then to Pont (which is actually Breuil, Pont is a fraction down), inquire re hotel but no, so get camping place, and some food from store Inc nice saussison sec. And so a quiet day. FB reports to me that due to stone fall in the grand couloir Tete Rousse and Gouter are ferme which is a bit of a blow. Spend time rethinking including e.g. go to the beach at Genoa for a few days, since I’m in Italy. Around 2 some light rain and I wonder if it's the afternoon storm but it fades. Later stroll upriver a bit then perhaps unwisely manage to cross and get lost in the woods for a bit. It is surprisingly hard to get through pathless alders/hazelnut. Cafe Tetras and back. The broken rock face on the E side looks quite climbable and I can see some bolts. Also, boulderers. Go watch the 6:09 bus - the thrills - so I'm sure where it goes from. Family texts: I missed the eclipse.
Thursday 13th: up 7 and have a lovely hot shower since there is one, indeed many. Quiet. My neighbour has been sitting quietly at his table for a bit; I woke up around 6 to see the first light on the peaks up valley. Sit in “tent” bit - their shelter for folk for poor weather - to eat yesterday’s apple tart. Then to cafe, indoors, for coffee and Cornetto, ie croissant. Cancel my Gouter stays. It costs €15 each which I suppose I could ask for but FFCAM are going to be losing a lot on this so meh. 9: light nearly down into the valley. Plan is to relax here today, and go on this eve. I washed my good T-shirt and (tea)towel. Relax and read, toddle up to Tetras at 22, snooze off by the river as they're doing lunch, get a cafe at 2:30 and so on. 4:30: back at Pont, power bank charging, afternoon rainstorm unusually vigorous. Afternoon tea is ein gross stuck sachertorte. 6: rain over I hope time to go; actually 6:10. 7:55: to Meyes-Damon, a few stone huts but would provide shelter if desperate (actually one room has decent wooden floor and dustpan hanging up, see pic). Route here starts up odd road, possibly intended to come here, but abandoned mid construction? Some effort, including a spooky 2-300 m tunnel, just starting to fall in a bit. Wx: grey. I can see opposite the glacier that has descent towards Chabod, and a small building - lower than me, I’m at 2510 - that might be it. 8:20: to a plateau. Can see the VE. 8:30: to pathsign, at the three-ways I am expecting. ~2600. Stop here, nice soft ground. Over on GP there's a band of pink-red light, the light from the sunset gap between the ridge and cloud.
Friday 14th: up 7:30 once rosy-fingered Dawn has dragged herself as far as me. A herd of ibex winds slowly o’er the lea. And an officious marmot warns everything about me. No dew up here; yesterday down near the river was “wet”. Off 8:30, because I had to wait for my watch to charge. Wx: blue. 9: b’fast break. Opposite, the VE gleams in the sun. And last night I could see a light which must have been the Chabod. 9:20: col Manteau 2789. And perhaps my last view of the GP. Path down v nicely made. Herd of chamois. 10, to the lac and another sign post: next col 1:30. Sit on a little prominence and enjoy the day and the gleaming lac. 11:50: col Entrelor 3002. Lunch. Off 12:20 steeply to start, cables and rungs. 1:05: rest 2500. 2: ref delle Marmottes 2142. Coke. Rain: after some indecision, inside; 3:15 trapped by my watch recharging and a pile of bags brought in in a hurry and an Italian lady. End up talking (at their instigation, obvs) to two Dutch guys also camping out. Interesting to think about in a way: I learnt nothing useful and I doubt they did. It passed half an hour or an hour during the rain quite pleasantly; and we might have said something useful about camping out. Actually I did learn from them that the forecast was for heavy rain at 8 and that did influence me looking for a hotel. Anyway off down 5:30 perhaps it's only half an hour through nice forest. Rhemes is also nice; compact village with two hotels (neither on Booking); I’m in the first I saw, Galisia, perfectly decent. Mme speaks no Eng but offers Fr and we have a perfectly intelligible chat. Walk around village after shower (aaahh… a warm shower, I feel clean). Indoors because pm is grey, rain looks likely, and my route up is steep and doesn't look bivvi friendly on the map. But as it happens the threatened rain doesn't come.
Saturday 15th: up 7 b’fast all fine except I sit at #23’s special table and she doesn't like that; fortunately she is a late riser. Overnight my phone put on charge to top up has gone mad and lost most charge; I think that might be because the hotel is on 110v? Wx: looks good. Reports of flooding/storms elsewhere in Italy. Hotel is €53 remarkably cheap. 8:30: off up. There's a fair motorhome park just down of the village so I suppose one could camp there. 9:45 to tiny hut and tiny plateau (where I could have camped) and tiny stream at 2175. Col looks steep above. 10:30: 2425. 10:55: 2600. Brief cable/rung section. Can see GP over the ridgeline. 11:30: col Fenetre 2840 unremittingly steep. Ahead, down valley looks nicer than the way up, then in the distance the good old Archeboc col. But I will turn R at the end of this valley. 11:50: off, with last farewell to GP pic. 12:15: stop for last of bread+cheese by tiny laclet with bog-cotton. 12:40: off. Down past wide bog / meadow / meandering stream bed. 1:20: to Ref Chalet de l’Epee, 2370; cafe. This is quite the “tourist” ref. Off 2, traverse across with the great blue grey lake filling the valley below for an hour, then down through the piney woods and many rivulets to Valgrisenche, at 4. There's a little supermarket, and there would be a post office (I want to mail home stuff I am not going to use) except it is Saturday pm so it's shut. Drink juice, eat yoghurt, and a little blue d’Aosta. Cafe. Off 5 by the nice river route out of the sun but of course pericoloso. Planaval 6:30 has a hotel but… it is full. Ah well. Onwards! Would like some power but the church does not provide. Upwards! Sweaty. Hope for water but the hillside is dry… until we get higher then there's a nice stream. Stop at 8 in a meadow, wash, try to decide where to sleep. Nature just doesn't make straight level ground.
Sunday 16th: up 7 off :30 still lake 8:20. Notes will be thin today, or infilled, as I am conserving battery. I will be navigating purely on path markers; fortunately the Alta Via Due is well signed. Little lost valley below lovely. Col de la Crosatie 2838 9:35. 11:45: bivacco Cosimo Zappelli 2275. Small, 10 beds, water non controlled, little kitchen; toilet. Annoyingly it has a lovely solar panel to power it's lights but no USB sockets. Also I could have cooked something but couldn't work out how to turn the gas on. 12:45: off, risking the sun but it goes ok, some clouds. I'm stopping every 15 mins but making decent progress. 14:40: col “Haut Pas” 2860. More of the nice meandering stream type terrain below. 4: to Rifugio Deffeyes (as I was getting here the wx started looking rainy and I wondered if I would make it. But the rain held off), and many of the delights of civilization: a drink, some chocolate, a bed for the night and charging. I try asking him about my socket problems but it means nothing to him. I got here with 40% remaining, having started the day at 55; I was surprised to do so well. Follow up with nice big bowl of Americano and large brownie. Ha! Maybe I could have come over the Pas de Planaval from the bivvy. Higher, but only one col. Still, I’m here now. Was a hard day. Weak signal outside; text M. Also: should I go look at the glaciers opposite? After dinner talk to some Fr who have been up and say: not solo. I think I will take this advice. It does look very crevassy. Dinner in refuge: fine. The table speaks Eng. Next to me are some Americans, other side Austrians, further Dutch.
Monday 17th: up 6:30 b’fast. I set that time when I thought I was visiting the glacier. 7:30 off; 9:30 down to la Joux, which has a bar and looks to be the roadhead. All charmingly in shade so far. La Thuile, 10:30 (but forget to stop watch till 12). Unprepossessing place, kinda a ribbon. But! It has a post office, so I can put in place my cunning plan to send boots, axe, crampons back home. Also put in (with a twinge) down jacket, as padding. But! Post doesn't have any boxes. But! The supermarket does. Bu! I need an address in Italy… fortunately, Esther exists. Otherwise I suppose I could have made her up :-). Weight: 4.2kg inc box, cost €44. Mail M re plans (Elizabetta, Cham, Paris) and sit in Angela’s for a second coffee and a lemon pastry. E is 5:40 away say the signs so it is not impossible I make it today. Petit St B is only 2h away. ARGH FFS dox does it again. Another copy. This is bad enough that I ought to give up using it. Now I have to reconstruct my rapturous thoughts of y’day… off 1, initially greenway then quiet road. Stop 2 at agriturismo Le Lapin to shelter from rain. It is shut but has nice wide overhang. After a bit a big heavy dog comes over, sniffs around, pisses, and flops down in the doorway. We sit in companionable silence. 3: rain over, up we go. Wx gradually clears. I do notice my sac being lighter The valley is hypnotically long and the road just heads steadily up, it is all rather lovely though rarely travelled (I see no one, and Strava heatmaps are pale). Slowly we go up, the peaks emerge, the road turns to grass. Col Chavannes 2592, great views all around, slanting sun, white peaks wrapped in cloud ahead, but also chill wind so head down steeply quickly. Where was I? Ref Elisabetta ~2180 at 6:35, but they are doing kitchen prep so have to wait to see if I can get a place. Thnx to late cancellation I can. Is half board only, which turns out to be €65, so fine. Entranceway has a wood stove and scattered before it like offerings is a huge array of wet boots ‘n stuff. Talk with Norge-Fr folk over dinner (and b’fast) who are working remotely in Annecy. Dinner good plain risotto then grilled veg, cheese, pots, peas; and a choc thing. We’re on a bluff over a plain with a windy river with an intruding moraine at the far end. This is the view I looked up to when trying Gonella last year, and thought it would be good to walk up.
Here ends Italy; the next part returns us to France, and indeed jolly old Blighty.
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