Chamonix: The Center of the World
When I was younger, between my late teens and early twenties I came to the
Chamonix Valley many times. I would generally fly into Geneva, and take the
train around to Argentier, where I would stagger from the train station to the
Les Chosalets campsite under three or four bulging duffel bags. Once there,
I would set up my old yellow North Face tent, and do nothing but climb for
a month or two.
This time we drove our leased car through the Mont Blanc tunnel from Italy,
having just come from Cortina, and an exciting trip through the Dolomites.
I had never driven through the tunnel before, and it was a bit unnerving to
pass directly through the mountain for 11 kilometers. We emerged from the
tunnel and drove to our Airbnb. It was in a nice little chalet, occupying the
bottom floor. From a seat in the hot tub you could look up at both Mont Blanc
and the Aiguille du Midi. The first week we were a bit shell shocked. Every
trail was either straight up or straight down, they were all rocky and full
of roots, and everyone around us was uber-fit. We were trying to get in shape
for the Tour du Mont Blanc, so we went out every morning and did a section of
trail. It was hot, humid, and difficult.
One of the cooler things we did was to ascend the trail up to La Jonction,
where the Grand Mulets and Bossons glaciers come together. This was a long
uphill hike, with big views. I felt fat and slow. That evening, after showering
and resting, we drove towards Geneva for an hour, and then into the hills, where
my friend Alan was staying at his dad’s house. It had been over twenty years
since I had seen him, and it was a lot of fun to reconnect. It was wild to talk
about the old days and we had a great evening enjoying good company, as well as
French food and wine. We drove back into the valley late that night under a
torrential thunderstorm.
Our days in Chamonix were both busy, and full of free time. We would generally
do something in the morning, and then come back to wherever we were staying to
clean up and then go to town for a drink or a snack. We made most of our food at
home, and went out to such legendary culinary establishments as Poco Loco Burgers
only to celebrate a particularly big effort.
Later in the summer, my friend Sasha came to town, and we spent a number of days
at his house, eating and drinking with a variety of friends. At one point there
were four of us from my high school, me, Alan, Sasha, and Thomas. That night at dinner,
Thomas pointed out that there were 6 different nationalities represented around the
table, something that happens rarely in the USA. One of the things we talked about
was how Chamonix is the center of the world for a certain class of people. After
more than twenty years apart, we all coincidentally met again in Chamonix.
This is not the case only for us. For as long as I can remember most of the best
alpine climbers, skiers, mountain runners, and paragliders, have either come out of
the Chamonix Valley, or have spent a great deal of time there. One doesn’t have to
look far for the reason. Accessibility is the key word in Chamonix. You can take an
afternoon cable car up, hike for half an hour, and be at the base of a climb that would
take a full scale expedition to approach in the great ranges of the world. This level of
exposure leads to incredible feats of athleticism and boldness being achieved in the
mountains all the time. While we were there the record on the UTMB race was broken,
and Killian Jornet shattered another record during his ‘alpine connections’ project.
The best in the world take what they learn in Chamonix and apply it to the rest of the world.
Knowing people in the area led to some fun side excursions. Thomas runs a rafting
company on the Rhine river in Switzerland, so we all drove over there and went rafting.
Later, Kate and I spent a pleasant night with Thomas and his family in Grimentz and hiked
the next day in the Zinal valley. Knowing locals took us places we would otherwise not
have enjoyed.
One afternoon, while walking along the river, we ran into my buddy Matt and his wife.
He is our friend from when we used to kayak in Humboldt County, and I had no idea he
was even in Europe. Chamonix is indeed the center of the world, and we enjoyed a nice
evening at Poco Loco and with some drinks by the river. It was great to meet an old
friend thousands of miles away in another part of the world.
As the summer progressed we started to become a bit fitter, and mixed some climbing in
with our running schedule. We focused exclusively on the Aiguilles Rouges, across the
valley from the main massif, and had a good time on the generally low angle red rock. The
approaches were all under an hour, thanks to our season lift pass, and the weather was
remarkably good all summer. We did some fun routes, and some that were not quite as fun.
The belays were mostly on ledges, and the climbs lacked the spectacular exposure that is
present in the main range, both things that worked out strongly in our favor, as we had
not been climbing much.
Eventually weather started to roll in. We spent more afternoons drinking hot chocolate on
the balcony of our favorite boulangerie while eating pastries. We shut the window in our
apartment, and started using the duvet. There was a storm over three days and when the clouds
cleared the trees 500 meters above the valley were crusted with snow. It was time to go.
I don’t know if we will ever return to Chamonix, but it has shaped who I am as a person more
than any other single place. Chamonix cultures strength, honesty, and boldness. It also
places a low value on human life, and encourages pushing limits, perhaps further than they
should be pushed.
Recently someone we know died while kayaking. He was older than me, and had a family. When
I was young this kind of incident wouldn’t have made me bat an eye, but now I am beginning
to question the trade off between one type of life and another. I don’t know if we are ever
going to return to Chamonix, but I have no intentions of dying there. We are taking up ocean
sailing- that is much safer.
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