Sunday, March 08, 2026

First Visit to a high mountain refuge of the season

 


Greg & Bill having a picnic on the long appraoch road

Fabulous weather and great snow cover meant our trip to the Refugio Benevolo was very good.  Bill, Greg and I drove through the Mt Blanc Tunnel and then down the Aosta valley from where we turned up the long  side valley to Rhemes Notre-Dame.  Here the road stopped abruptly because it hadn't been ploughed any further.  We dumped the car and started skinning up the road.  We passed through the final village [compeletely closed in the winter] before joining a long beautiful valley where tired, we arrived at the welcoming Refugio Benevolo nearly 4 hours after leaving the car.

The road becomes a path


Despite mid week the refugio was packed.  It was a good job that I had made the booking several weeks beforehand.  It is a great place, with friendly helpful staff, good food, good beer AND hot showers.  The down side is that the rooms are extremely narrow and there are three tier bunks .  Ear plugs are essential.

Resident Fox

Benevolo 


The next morning we climbed Punta Galicia 3346 m .  This is a long way!  It is aslo one of those peaks which has many false summits.  Despite the refugio being busy we had the whole route to ourselves and the sense of wilderness added to the experience .

Greg on the summit of Punta Galicia


We enjoyed a second night at the refugio and the next morning we embarked on a wonderful U shaped tour that ultimatly brought us directly back to the car.  We left the refugio at 8.00hrs and headed to the summit of the Pointe Paletta 3024m.  This was a good ascent following an interesting ridge to the top of a narrow summit.  



We were able to ski off the top by a steep slope which lead us into an endless valley through ever changing scenary.  A brilliant days ski mountaineering.


On arriving back at the car our plan was to find a hotel.  Yet it now being the weekend, we failed.  So we returned to Chamonix.

On the Sunday we skied off the Col du Brevent before skining back up to lac Cornu and then up and over into the Combe de la Gliere and back into the Flegere lift system.

Me 


On our final day we headed for the village of Liddes and completed what I currently consider to be the best one day ski tour there is :  The Tour de Bavon with the descent of the Combe de L'A

Stunning view towards lac Leman


Saturday, February 28, 2026

Tricky conditions.




Conditions in the Alps continue to follow their familiar pattern of being either slightly too snowy or not nearly snowy enough. Mid February  much of Switzerland, northern Italy and the Rhône Alps has been sitting at a fairly emphatic 4/5 avalanche hazard, with several days reaching a full and uncompromising 5/5.

Then the sun came out and it got very, very hot.  This created various avalanches in the Chamonix area that ended up on the piste:

                                                    sorry about the guy stating the obvious.

My view is you should always wear an avalanche transciever if you are skiing on the piste as well as off piste if the risk is high 3 or 4.

The tricky conditions were however ideal for  teaching snow craft and avalanche avoidance, which I did with four very keen skiers James Luke Will and Kass.

Add good example of hard wind slab

Plus as a result of some unwanted freeze thaw at about 1800meters we got to ski some henious breakable crust.

It was therefore with some intrepidation that I headed out the next day  with Kristoff and his father Staffan.  Yet it turned out to be stunning .  We set off from La Flegere and headed over to Brevent.  We took the cable car to the summit.  Despite it still being the French school holidays [zone Paris] and blue sky  there were few people around.  We skied off down the Charles Boson  piste and then cut off it and headed over to the Col du Brevent.  



We dropped off onto north facing slopes where we found perfection



We skied down until the altimeter read 2000 meters.  Here we put on our skins and climbed up to lac Cornu.



Then across the lake where we stopped for lunch, before making the final climb to the Col de La Glieres.

We then skied back down the Combe de la Gliere, where we joined the Lachenal piste.  Stunning day, stunning skiing and we saw no one all tour.  As good as it gets.

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Skiing Through Chaos



Iconic Land Rover in its element 

 
Dax enjoying himself


It was raining hard in Chamonix. Every ski lift was closing — or had already closed — due to avalanche risk. So we knew we weren’t skiing in the valley. It had to be snowing somewhere; the question was where, and at what altitude.

Mark, Annie, Gavin, Dax and I headed for Combloux. We arrived, got out of the car, and were immediately soaked by torrential rain. It did not, at that moment, feel like a masterstroke.

Yet as we rode the first gondola, the rain turned to sleet, then to big,fat flakes of snow. Eventually it became dry, fluffy snow — the sort you imagine in brochures and rarely encounter in real life. Because we were in the trees, we had visibility, shelter, and a day of skiing untracked bottomless powder. The trick, as ever, was simply being at the right altitude, on the right aspect, with a realistic appreciation of what 24 hours of weather had just done to the snowpack.




On Thursday the weather was just as chaotic — if anything, more so. Even more snow, and once again everything closed in Chamonix. This time we headed to St Gervais. The avalanche risk was 4/5, which concentrates the mind. Low-angle slopes,  trees, careful route choices: , all of it necessary for a good day


Friday dawned clear. We headed to Les Contamines and were treated to world-class conditions. Every turn was smooth, cold, and deeply satisfying. Even so, route choice remained a critical necessity. Blue skies do not repeal the laws of physics, nor do they reset a snowpack that has spent the week being rearranged by storms.


Annie in pillows of powder

Choose the routes carefully


Saturday, the snow returned. After careful reading of the weather forecast we decided to head to Courmayeur . The skiing was again exceptionally good. Significantlly colder than Chamonix meant the snow was as good as it gets, and there was a lot of it!

two meters?


We also managed to enjoy a good lunch at the Chaumiere. , 

On the final day, Sunday, we returned to Italy once more, this time heading to La Thuile. By then the rhythm of the week was clear: read the weather, respect the snowpack, choose terrain accordingly, and avoid confusing enthusiasm with judgment.

It’s remarkable how often good skiing follows that formula.


After lunch we skied endless powder fields all the way back to town. 
On of the many long descents.




Friday, January 30, 2026

Klosters 26 Skiing In the aftermath of the Evil Elite Conference.

 Just spent four days skiing in possibly my favourite ski resort.  I still maintain that it has the best lift accessed of- piste skiing of any where I have ever been.  

Plus we got to stay in one of the most iconic ski hotels.  It is not one bit fancy, yet its history is so intertwined with the development of skiing with many of its pioneers having stayed here in its long illustious past.  [See previous posts about Klosters for more information]

Hotel Wynegg

Having said that, our first day was indifferent from a weather and conditions perspective, primarily,  it had not snowed in ages.  

Nevertheless it did snow overnight, not much, but enough.  Our second day allowed us to ski some long contiuous runs all the way down to Wolfgang for an always excellent lunch.  Afterwhich we took the bus to Davos, where they were still clearing up after the World Economic Forum, the so-called “Evil Elite,” who had evidently departed without stacking their chairs.

Now that I am President of the Association of British Mountain Guides it feels only right that I secure myself a delegate’s pass to the next gathering of the so-called Evil Elite so that I can tell them how it is.

Anyway we then rode the funicular to the Weissflujoch and skied back to Klosters.





Our third day the weather was beautiful. The snow was good.  The plan was to ski down the back of Madrisa to St Antonine .   Yet the key lift wasn't working.  So we relocated, rode the lifts to the summit of the Weissfluh and then skied dreamy snow through the Casannapass then through the immaculate alpages all the way down to my favourite Klosters mountain restaurant at Conterser Schewndi.

Jane showing off her sponsored skis from Faction

Klosters at its best.


Despite the pistes being busy we skied our route without seeing anyone else.

Our final day the weather was indifferent again but we still managed some long off piste descents before finishing with a late lunch once again in Wolfgang.

This time after eating  we just jumped on the train back to Klosters.

The thing about Klosters is that an indifferent day skiing in this resort is a wonderful day in most resorts.


Monday, January 12, 2026

Sooooo Cold


View from Crevacol looking towards the col du Gd St Bernard.


Some time ago I promised myself that I would never again complain about being cold while skiing. There are, after all, far too many days now when it is not cold enough. Modern skiers actively hope for cold; without it, we don’t really have a sport at all.
That said, last week was cold. Very cold.

We arrived before the sun, which was clearly in no hurry. Getting kitted up in the car park was bracing in the way that makes you question your life choices. Wrestling with ski boots that had apparently decided to shrink overnight was almost more than we could manage.

Despite this promising start, Crevacol turned out to be a delightful ski station with excellent terrain and huge off-piste potential. The only minor complication was that it was now –22°C and windy, which rather narrowed one’s comfort zone.  https://www.crevacol.it

The following day we skied in Verbier, meeting up with Peter, Robert, Margret and Philip. The weather was immaculate—blue skies, not a cloud in sight, as it had been for weeks—yet the pistes were in remarkably good condition. Credit where it’s due: they had been beautifully maintained.

For old times’ sake we stopped for lunch at the Mont Fort Hut. Peter and I reminisced about staying there together during the Haute Route some 30 years ago. The legendary guardian, Daniel, has since retired, but the new owners are doing an excellent job, which was reassuring.

On Wednesday we skied the Savoleyres and La Tzoumaz areas, both in good condition.
Once out of the sun, however, the temperature was—how shall I put it—memorable. But as previously stated, I am not complaining.

On our final day the weather finally shifted. The temperature rose to a positively tropical –2°C and it began to snow. The first snowfall of the year. We chose to ski on the Bruson side of Verbier, which has the advantage of trees and therefore visibility—always a popular feature.

We finished skiing early as the snow became heavy and we were concerned about getting back over the Col de Forclaz to Chamonix. In the end the road was passable, though we did encounter several cars that were well and truly stuck. Being stuck without snow tyres is a double misfortune: first you are stuck, and then you are fined for it.

Once back in Chamonix, the snow really got going. We had two full days of continuous snowfall, which came as a great relief to everyone connected with winter sports—around here, that is more or less everyone.

Sunday, December 14, 2025

50 Years of the British Mountain Guides.

 



Last weekend I was fortunate  to attend the 50th birthday party of the British Mountain Guides which was held in Fort William Scotland.  Below is an attempt to describe just a little of what the organisation has achieved during that time.

Over the past five decades, the BMG has quietly helped shape the course of UK and global mountaineering through steady, thoughtful contributions across every corner of the mountain world.

From the beginning, the BMG has stood for professionalism, safety, and the passing-on of hard-earned knowledge. Its members guide on some of the most technical and serious terrain in the world, but their influence reaches far beyond individual climbs of which there are far too Guides many to name check in this article.

National recognition has occasionally come, with figures like Alan Fyffe, Rob Collister and Pat Littlejohn honoured with MBEs for services to mountaineering. Alan Hinkes OBE is a BMG member and is still the only Britain to have climbed all the worlds fourteen 8000 meter peaks.

These awards are rare acknowledgements of what has often background work: developing safety standards, expanding access, and inspiring generations of climbers.

Many members have also held key positions in organisations that define best practice for the wider outdoor community—Mountaineering Scotland, Mountain Training, Glenmore Lodge, and Plas y Brenin among them. These institutions are central to how outdoor education and mountain safety are taught and practised in the UK. Further a field, some BMG members have served as advisors on outdoor education policy in both the UK and the United States, ensuring that their grounded, experience-led approach helps inform national thinking.

Roger Payne—former BMG President and BMC General Secretary—played key roles in the British Mountaineering Council and global guiding circles.

One of the most enduring contributions came 40 odd years ago with the publication of "Chance in a Million?", a book co-authored by Bob Barton and Blyth Wright at a time when many still considered avalanches in Scotland to be little more than bad luck. The book was instrumental in shifting that perception, and can arguably be seen as the beginning of what would become the Scottish Avalanche Information Service—a vital part of winter mountaineering in the UK today.

Climbing’s public image has also been shaped by BMG members. Much of how televised audiences first experienced climbing in the UK owes a debt to the technical rigging and behind-the-scenes vision of Brian Hall and his rigging company.  His team were key to the success of the film version of Touching the Void.


The creative side of mountaineering has long been nurtured within the BMG. Victor Saunders, in addition to a long list of cutting-edge ascents, has become one of the UK's most respected climbing writers. Sandy Allan’s Piolet d’Or-winning climb on Nanga Parbat’s Mazeno Ridge, and the reflective book that followed, added to a long tradition of storytelling that bridges adventure and insight. And while Pat Littlejohn didn’t invent sea cliff climbing, his influence on its development—particularly in the southwest—is hard to overstate.

In the technical realm, BMG members have often been at the leading edge. Alan Fyffe's decision to take the then-novel Terrordactyl ice tools to the North Face of the Droites was considered revolutionary at the time, and opened doors for another leap in standards in  British alpinism. In more recent years, Will Sim has blended paragliding and mountaineering in the Greater Ranges—a modern expression of the same spirit of innovation.

Mountain medicine is another area where the BMG has made a mark. Owen Samuels mountain first aid course is widely regarded as a gold standard, adopted not only in the BMG  but by other countries seeking to improve safety in remote terrain. Most notably the Ecole Nationale d’Ski and Alpinism ENSA in Chamonix France.

These are only a few examples in a long and growing list. As previously stated, not every contribution can be named, and many were never intended to be. That, perhaps, is what defines the BMG’s role over the last 50 years: not a single achievement, but a consistent presence that has helped shape mountaineering into something safer, broader, and more deeply rooted in community.

As the organisation looks to the future, There are new challenges environmental pressures, and evolving access rights and of course the biggest challenge of them all climate change.  It is certain that the BMG is going to be a the epi- centre of how mountaineering adapts to this.

DMM limited edition Carabiner




Prized limited edition embossed Carabiner

Friday, October 24, 2025

Ski Touring with a reluctant friend in October

 There aren't many cable cars open in October in the Chamonix Valley, yet  at school half term the Flegere gondola is open for walkers.  This coincided with some beautiful autum weather.  Milo and I used the lift to go on various walks together. I even took my mountain bike and after he had had a good swim in the lake[created to supply the snow cannons] we would then zoom down the piste back home.  He would run down because he can't ride a bike.

Aiguille Verte&Dru before the storm


Inevitably the weather broke and we indured a week of miserable weather where it rained hard. Towards the end of the week the temperature dropped and it snowed above 1800meters for several days.   It even snowed in the garden.  
We were both getting "cabin fever" and although the weather was still far from ideal we headed back up the Flegere gondola.  Unsurprisingly we were alone when we arrived and were amazed to be met with 50cm of snow.  We went for a short walk, but it was impossible to venture too far without skis.
So the next day we returned, this time with a hybrid ski/snow shoe.  This is a Norwegian invention which looks like a short ski with half its sole covererd in a permeant skin which is glued to the base.  The binding is like a snowboard binding and will take a hiking boot.  In deep flat unconsolidated snow they are quite efficient.  In anything else, they provide lots of comedy moments and are not recommended. 
There had been a considerable top up of snow since the previous day, but the visibility was slightly better.
Milo shot out of the cable car station and headed for the lake.  I followed on the hybrid skis and as soon as I hit the piste , I immediately experienced their limitations and went head first into a snow drift.  Eventually I caught him up at the lake where he went for a swim.

Please can I go for a swim?

Milo and his favourite place



The third day the weather was fabulous.  We again turned up at the Flgere lift station, but this time the car park was full, we just found the last spot. I had jettisoned the hybrid skis and had a real pair this time.  Milo was excited too.  He lept out of the car and bolted for the gondola, slalomed around all the parents and kids with sledges and some how got on the lift without me.
Once reunited I firstly voiced my discontent in no uncertain terms.  Clearly this had zero effect because he headed off down to the lake for what he thought was another swim.  Yet this time on a proper pair of skis I could keep up with him, attached his lead and headed off on our planned ski tour.

We ascended in the direction of Lac Blanc and suddenly we were virtually all alone.
Looking towards the Aiguille du Chardonet

We climbed for about an hour, but Milo was finding it hard work in the deep unconsolidated snow so we stopped for a drink and decided we had climbed high enough, yet he still found time to admire the view.
Milo admires the view

Aiguille Verte&Dru

The descent was marvellous. The snow in the shade made for wonderfull skiing.  Yet for my ski -less friend it seemed like hard work.
On our return to the lift station we took a detour so Milo could enjoy a refreshing dip in his favourite lake.
So far this is an impressive start to the season.  Let's see how it develops...