Hiking Europe’s Tour du Mont Blanc was a completely completely different slice of European tradition for me: Coming upon a distant farmhouse-turned-thriving-cafe serving fantastic lunches…flowers and cows (with traditional bells) scenically sprinkled all through…and an esprit de corps the place everyone seems to be like household.
As almost everybody hikes in the identical path (counter-clockwise), you develop into pals with fellow hikers. It appeared like half the folks on the path had been from the US, and I met numerous Seattleites.
And within the curiosity of climbing gentle, lunches had been quite simple — only a sandwich from the lodge, perhaps a carrot, a bit of fruit, and water. But upon reaching the mid-day summit, lunch was a marmot’s banquet. (Speaking of marmots, we noticed no wildlife besides a few mice that had been squished beneath climbing boots on the path.)
