A plan is just a plan. Nothing more. Like an idea that’s not developed. Not brought to fruition. It too amounts to nothing more. Without an outcome, neither serve a real purpose.
Science tells us that Monte Bianco has stood its ground for around fifteen million years. So there’s a more than good chance it’s going to remain stuck solid in situ a while longer. At least until we return.
The weather turns. So do we. Halve our two nighter. Give Skyway a miss – again. We can see the cloud cover from down here just as well from up there. Decide to go under the mountain rather than over it. At 5.50€ per kilometre the T1’s 11.661K saves us time. Not money. Once inside it’s clear that’s not being spent on it’s potted road surface. It feels surprisingly dated too. Looking much as it did on opening day in 1965 we imagine.
We exit into clearer French skies. Plus a 10C boost. Gives us a boost. Lifts our mood. It’d been feeling as low as the cloud cover.
Our camp site in Sallanches – a mouthful – Relais de la Vallee Blanche. A twenty minute walk from le centre-ville. We walk it. Enjoy some dry. A bit of sun.
