|Sunset from Wildstrubel Hutte|
If you come from Perth Australia for the week and the Foehn is blowing then it's a potential disaster. This is just what Harry and Ben Hewitt did.
In addition, the choices for resort skiing in the Chamonix Valley have been sabotaged by either the early closing of the lift stations, setting fire to them or actually demolishing them. [See earlier blog "Resort with Issues" for context.]
Our first day was to be a "shakedown day" after Harry and Bens considerable journey. We skinned up to the Col de Rachasse on Les Grands Montets in indifferent " jour blanc" conditions. The ski down was without doubt one of the worst of the season: It was difficult to see, it was difficult to ski, there were big crevasses and the wind howled.
Still we had checked all the equipment worked and gained some valuable acclimatisation and they had found their ski legs for whatever adventures lay ahead.
|Harry exiting Argentiere glacier .|
As we drove over the Col de Forclaz into Switzerland it was obvious we had made a good choice as the mountains along the southern bank of the Rhone valley were socked in with cloud while the northern side [ our side]were clear. The mountains were in bright sunshine, but it was still windy. Even as we pulled up to the parking at Glacier 3000 we were warned the station might close at any given moment.
Luckily it did stay open and we eventually managed to at least get to within a hundred meters of the summit of Les Diablerts peak before the wind became too strong.
|Harry at the foot of the difficult step on the attempt on the summit.|
We skied around the top of the resort before making our way down to the Cabanne Prarochet, where we were the only guests.
The next morning it was clear. Just across the valley to our south it was shrouded in Foehn cloud. There was not much wind, but it was forecast to increase.
|Cabanne Prarochet with Foehn clouds billowing behind.|
We finally got to the top of the col and instead of immediately putting our skis on , we ran down the hill and sheltered behind a big rock.
After a short ski [they are never long ski touring] we started the long climb to the Col du Puce on the shoulder of the Wildhorn. Far above us [not that we knew it at the time] we saw the only people we would see on the entire ski tour. A Swiss Guide with three local clients.
The wind was quite manageable but the slope was steep and the snow was hard. Progress was slow and carefully made.
|Ben nearing the top of col du Puce after the long climb up.|
The next morning was beautifully clear with just a mild breeze, nevertheless the forecast was for it to increase...
The other party had had enough of the previous days wind and choose to head down. We decided to press on to the Wildstrubel Hutte. We climbed over the Col des Eaux Froid, climbed up a little further and then skied down dramatic steep open terrain before joining the long skin along the Plan Rose.
Then the wind commenced. At first it was actually helpful because it blew directly into our backs so it propelled us along. Nevertheless although our direction did not change, the wind veered through 180° and simultaneously ratcheted its speed up enough so that it was continuously knocking us over like skittles. It was all quite attritional and none of us could hear what the other one was complaining about.
Unsurprisingly we were pleased to close the Wildstrubel Hutte door on it. Equally unsurprisingly we were the delightful Konrad and Maxi only guests. *
The wind built and built all evening and all night. It clocked 130kph. The noise kept us a wake.
The next morning was beautifully clear yet the wind had not really decreased. It was clear that we could not continue with our objective which was to traverse the Wildstrubel mountain. Nevertheless it was far less clear if we could even safely leave the Hutte given the ferocity of the wind .
We had breakfast at 6.30
|Final col doesn't show the ferocity of the wind|
At first we struggled but once we made it over the first col onto the glacier de la Plaine Morte basin everything was much more straight forward . Our reward ? Stunning vista's in every direction.
|Looking down the Rhone Valley towards Sierre and Sion|
|we walked about 30 mins in total.|
However it snowed overnight and the morning weather was okay. Still, true to form Les Grands Montets were shocked by this phenomena of fresh snow in a ski resort and were slow to open, yet despite their best efforts they could not ruin an excellent morning of skiing un tracked powder.
|Spot the Skier .|
*The hut guardian told me the other guests for the evening had set of from a different Hutte. They had climbed the Wildstrubel, but had failed to locate the correct descent and had ended up stuck above some cliffs . They were rescued by helicopter...