Mont Blanc Summit Day
After the previous days exertions on the Aiguilee d’Entreves I was pleased to not be suffering from any altitude problems and was looking forward to some well earnt rest. Unfortunately my body had other ideas and I spent the hours wide awake with a mixture of excitment and trepdiation about what was to come.
This time is wasnt just Rogers snoring keeping me awake but the “noises” of about 50 other mountaineers all trying to rest and recover. Montain refuges are not places of luxury. With no showers and rows of bunk beds all pushed together, they are cosy and smelly, very smelly. After a couple of days of climbing in the same kit and then sleeping without showering you begin to realise how bad one can smell.
Hint: take a pack of wetwipes with you everywhere on the mountains! They are a short moist respite from the grime and filth.
Anyway, we got up at 1am and prepared ourselves for the mornings exertions. I quiet cup of tea and then it was boots on and out the door. The night has been stormy and high winds threatened to cause problems but the early hours brought a clear if very cold morning. For Mont Blanc summits the guiding ratio is 2:1 so we met up the night before with Marco, a colleague of Paolos who was to be my guide, whilst Roger and Houghty were to be roped with Paolo.
Marco was fresh from a summit of the Breithorn, so well aclimatised and clearly in rude health. We left the hut as one of the first group of climbers and made the walk across the Glacier to the bottom of Mont Blacn du Tacul. 4248m. This is the first of the three M’s that must be climbed before getting to the summit. You can see all three in the picture below.
Now, it appears to be nothing more than a short climb up but when faced with Mont Blanc du Tacul in the pitch black, in the freezing cold, it appeared like a hellish tower and we began the climb zig zagging our way up its steep face.
Huge ice cliffs overhang this area and in fact killed 7 people one week after our climb. They were following our exact tracks when a section of ancient glacier broke off for no reason and avalanched down the face taking them all with it. A terrible accident that could not have been prevented and for which there was no one to blame. When the news broke I have to admit to it causing my blood to run cold and I instantly emailed guiding friends to make sure they were ok.
This image show Mont Blanc du Tacul face with its steep seracs and overhangs with large crevasses to avoid.

See the tracks zig zagging throught the crevasses
This requires some careful footing and stamina with a healthy dose of courage. There were several snow bridges to cross where the glacier has split and slipped down creating a huge crevasse which in the dark appears bottomless. I estimate it was 2 hours to the foot of this from the Cosmiques hut and then about 1.5 hours to the ridge. The last part has fixed ropes but requires ice axes and is about 55 degrees. I actually found this section one of the most enjoyable on the summit day.
After a traverse around the back of Tacul we came to the next climb in Mont Maudit which is about 4465m at the top. To get to Mont Blanc we traversed around the flanks of this mountain on the glacier; a long 2 hour climb but not technical. At this point we could see the early greys of dawn and although the snow means you can make out shapes quite well, a headtorch was needed up until this point. We stopped for a ten minute breather but all of us were eager to get on at this stage and the biting wind was cooling us down too quickly to stop for long.
At this point Roger and Houghty had been going like trains whilst I was plodding along at my own pace tied to Marco. I was passed by a few climbers, which irked my competitive spirit but this was one challenge where quite frankly I didnt really care about anyone else.
After about another hour of climbing we started on the slope to the final part of Mont Blanc. At this point the snow and ice are windswept and there is no protection from the elements. Mont Blanc has a reputation as a mountain that needs fair weather and it was easy to see why. Storms could blow in from any where in minutes and you would be left exposed and very vunerable. I was pleased to see that as dawn brokw it was going to be a clear morning.
The views at this point were incredible and despite beginning to feel very tired it brough a huge grin to my face to stop and look around to enjoy it for a few moments. Marco kept up a great pace and after another 20 minutes or so i started feeling fit and could smell the summit.
People react differently to extremes physical exertion. I always find that i have more to give at the end and always finish with a sprint no matter what i am doing. Friends of mine work the other way and have a faster pace than me but its all they can do to cross the finish line. I find this interesting. It doesnt matter what sport, its always the same. A good friend of mine likens me to a horse that can smell the water of home. As soon as i am in touching distance I up the pace and get a renewed energy boost. This isnt a conscious thing, and could be dangerous if i did this too early a I’d be left exhausted having burnt through my adrenaline reserves that are no doubt be called on at times like this.
I digress, so back to the subject. The final climb to the summit took about a further two hours, I overtook Houghty and Rog and then burnt my way to the top. What you think is the summit, never is, there is always just one more brow to get over and this happened twice on that final push.
Eventually I reached the summit at 8.07am on the 1st August 2008. You can see the Matterhorn and Monta Rosa just over my shoulder. What a view!!!

Houghty and Roger joined me about 10 minutes later and Paolo t0ok this shot.

Top of Mont Blanc
Then the exertion caught up with me, I got cold and Marco took this shot…not so great.

I was shattered and had a 6 hour descent ahead of me.
I have to say this was the hardest six hours of my life. There is one thing climbing a mountain, when the expectation and excitment can drive you on. When you descend the euphoria of summiting leaves you very quickly and soon waves of fatigue overcome you. I was literally falling forwards trying to control my descent on what are very dangerous slopes. My thigh muscles were burning up and each step became a real effort.

The image above is at the start of the descent and you can pretty much see the climb route as it follows the glacier down the middle of the picture and snakes across to the left at the top of the photo to then drop over the ridge of Tacul. In spite of the sunshine, this was a cold and windy place and the quicker we got off it the better. We passed many climbers coming up who werent going to summit until around midday which leaves them open to the weather closing in on the descent. I was glad for the early morning start!
The descent down the rope at the ridge of Mont Blanc du Tacul was a blur. I hooked in and abseiled as fast as I could and got to the bottom with a huge sense of relief.
Unfortunately this wasnt the end of it. We stopped for a few mintues. This shot was taken by Houghty from the rest stop on the Glacier du Geant. This is me and Marco walking towards the camera with our tracks visible on Tacul behind us.

We needed the break but knew that now we had the crossing of the glacier and then the final walk up to the Aiguille du Midi to contend with.
Only Roger seems to be smiling?

We made the final climb up to the Aiguille cable car at about 1pm, 5 hours after summitting. I was shattered, the last hour being a steep climb with leaden legs. I was tired, hungry, cold and very happy it was over. A wonderful experience and made all the better for sharing it with friends.
These sorts of challenges help you to find out who you are, but also show you what people you friends are and can expose personality traits.
Despite 4 days of damn hard work, little sleep and massive physcial exhertion I dont think we had one argument or crossed word. A great testament to friendship and needless to say, plans are afoot for 2009!