More Courmayeur, Again

We spent a few more days in Courmayeur, enjoying the free wifi and nice people at the Biblioteca Courmayeur, and also the Feast of S. Pantaleone, patron saint of Courmayeur, which we saw also in 2005.

Cheese guy and cheese truck...fontina, beaufort, yum!

Memorable (to us) poster

Lines form long before the Feast begins

His Grace appears

The band plays on

The eating and drinking goes on

Thus

The way it works is you pay 20 euros and they give you
one of these plates to wear around your neck, entitling you
to unlimited visits to about 20 or so food and drink stands,
an Aostan culinary extravaganza

We enjoyed the festive atmosphere, but preferred sitting
down at our old favorite, Le Vieux Pommier, the Crepes
Mont Blanc, the veal, fontina, ham cholesteramas; twice we
ate there this time

Return To Courmayeur Again: Rifugio Bertone, Again

So we drove on, south and west through Switzerland, past old friend Champex and the eastern periphery of the Mont Blanc massif, under (!) the St. Bernard Pass, through Aosta, and up to one of our favorite places, once more, Courmayeur, on the Italian side of Mont Blanc. The weather was variable and problematic, but we resolved to hike up to the Rifugio Bertone, 2,000 feet over Courmayeur, and further up on the TMB, in order to see some of the views we missed due to weather in 2005. I had seen some of this from the vicinity of Rifugio Bonatti in 2010 and 2011, but not nearly so close to Mont Blanc's Brenva Face as at Bertone. We spent the night at the refuge, in the dortoir, enjoyed a dinner of mostly cheese polenta, some beef, some soup, etc., and the company of a Danish couple doing parts of the TMB in reconnaissance for a later trip with their grand-daughters. The next day we indeed climbed another 1,500 feet, saw what we wanted to see, and then did the whole 3,500 feet back down to Courmayeur. Vicki's knee passed another, more formidable, challenge.

Courmayeur below, from Rifugio Bertone

64x digital magnification: our camper at the parking lot a few
hundred meters south of the town center; it's the only
camper parking in high season, which is now

Aiguille Noire and Monte Bianco from Rifugio Bertone

Breakfast next morning: a bowl of strong coffee and assorted
sweet and grainy things

In the dortoir; we had the far, corner bunks, left; 40 euro
per person, including dinner and breakfast

Dining room

A couple miles across the Val Ferret, the Italian side of
Monte Bianco

Left, top of Le Geant, right, the Grande Jorasses

Val Ferret, looking toward the pass to Switzerland

The trail goes ever on, but we didn't this time

Rifugio Bertone, one of the better settings on the Tour

Vicki before The Disputed Rock, near where the trail rises
out of Courmayeur; she won that bet

Swiss Rest Area At Sion

So after my first descent from my aborted first ascent of the Mettelhorn, I noticed my pedometer had 22,000 steps (eventually it hit 24,000 that day). Vicki and I met up again and decided all our most reasonable goals for Zermatt had been met and that it was time to move on. In fact, it was a very pleasant day, beautiful weather, great views, a good but not exhausting workout on the trails. We are glad we did Zermatt one more time.

We drove back down to Visp, hit the main highway, drove on into the sunset, and then stopped for the night at the rest area just east of Sion. Not the most interesting rest area we have encountered, but one of them...

Sion is in Rhone country and is famous for two old hill-top
fortresses; the rest area was maybe 4-5 miles away

Thus, by day

The valley is very big-time vineyard country

Although what the Swiss do with all these grapes is a
mystery to me; it's a small country, and who drinks Dole
anyway?

So anyway, here is the aforementioned rest area, two concrete
modern buildings, both two stories high, trimmed in vines and
grapes; one building is the bathrooms, telephones, etc.; the
other is the picnic area, complete with grill, ponds with koi, nice
little paleolithic picnic tables; thus 

Bathroom building

Up on the second floor of the bathroom building

Bunches and bunches

Picnic area

Paleolithic picnic tables; as we drove on the next day, down
the road we noticed several more variations on this rest area
theme, none identical in structure but certainly in theme

Zermatt Hike

Our plan, after discussions at the TI, was to do some light hiking higher up and then for me to trudge up 2000 feet to a refuge and then ascend the Mettelhorn the next day. From the Mettelhorn one has a high panorama of the Mattertal's greatest peaks, three of the four highest in the Alps, Matterhorn, Taschhorn, and Monte Rosa, and dozens of major glaciers and high passes. The hike we selected took the funicular up a thousand meters or so and then visited five tarns before returning via the funicular. Looked reasonable according to the map, and the TI babe assured us it was a 2 hour trip.

The funicular; runs up and down inside the mountain and
is thus the world's longest indoor funicular

Us just off the funicular and ready to begin our hike

Mountain vistas...Monte Rosa?

Taschhorn?

Big glacier; 25 years ago I used to know all the mountains,
glaciers, passes, in this area; now just one...

Vicki by a big old tree

Flowers abloom all over

Detail

It looks like just a passing cloud, but Whymper would tell
you it's a storm, and if anyone is up there this late in the day,
they're fighting for their lives...

Return To Zermatt

We hadn't been to Zermatt in recent years, although we did visit the other, Italian, side, Breuil/Cervino, in 2010. Zermatt hasn't always been our favorite nor most successful mountain visit. In 1979, we shivered through a couple nights and days hoping to get a glimpse of the Matterhorn. The summit finally and briefly peaked through the clouds just as we were stepping into the station to leave. In 1989, I got within a couple hundred meters of the summit (the guide said) but then had to retreat in deteriorating awful weather. But our road to the Mont Blanc area lead right past Visp/Tasch/Zermatt, the weather was improving, and we decided just seeing the mountain again would be worth the time and effort. We found overnight parking in Tasch and took the train up to Zermatt early the next morning.

Indeed the great mountain was out, and we enjoyed a whole
day of glorious views from all over the Mattertal

Main drag Zermatt, early in the day

Camping Matterhorn, where we stayed in 1979, and probably
some other years too

It's a pretty place, as a playground of the super-rich should
be

In an older part of town, a garden adorned by lost ski and
hiking poles

"Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever..."

Still in old town; old structures

They keep a few of the old shacks around
for "heritage" reasons, I suppose, so present
residents and visitors can see how their
maids' and tour bus drivers' forbears lived

Outside the Monte Rosa Hotel, where the fateful meeting
took place, and from which the Matterhorn was finally
conquered

Virtually next door, the house of the Taugwalders, father
and son, the Swiss guides who along with Whymper
alone survived the first descent

Looking back to Zermatt from my attempted first (for me)
ascent of the Mettelhorn, abandoned at the first sign of rain
and after noticing my pedometer already had 18,000 steps
that day