Tour of Mont Blanc in Two Days - part 3 |
I had said
that we needed to get to the Gite at Ferret by 1.30pm in order to allow
us enough time to make dinner at the refuge in Italy, missing it would
result in a serious sense of humour failure so timing was now crucial.
We rocked up at the gite at 1.15pm, Italy was on. Slumping down next to
a water butt we took 30mins to eat, stretch and rest. It was fair to say
we were both well tired, for those of you that have done 24hr racing you
will be with us here, that constant sick feeling and serious loss of appetite
was making itself known. We were at around 1700m and the Col that marks
the border between Switzerland and Italy is at 2537m, our path to dinner
and a bed just so happens to go over it.
Ferret would normally mark the end of the second day on the "normal"
T.M.B and we were certainly having to wrestle with our inner demons not
to stop there. However bookings had been made at the Refugio Monte Bianco
just outside of Courmayeur for the night, so 3ltrs of water were shoehorned
into the camelbacks and the painful acquaintance of bum and saddle was
made once again.
The
climb to the col is split into two main sections. The first is a 4x4 effort
up to a cheese farm. We had swapped the normal middle ring as the weapon
of choice and had succumbed to the mighty granny. Dodging the sheep pooh
which I swear added another km or two to the climb, (or so my sun addled
brain told me), we reached the farm but declined the customary tour, preferring
instead to attack the beast of singletrack that climbed v steeply to the
Col.
It had been a while since I had last ridden the climb and in that time
the efficient Swiss had graded the trail. This made the going an awful
lot easier but we still had to walk large sections. This I might add is
down to our extreme knackeredness, not the technicality of the trail.
All of this aside, its one of those climbs that when you look around behind
you is breathtakingly beautiful. The valley climbs steeply on both sides
with the trail carving perfect twisting lines all the way to the Col.
The going by now was pretty slow and that combined with the wind, which
had now picked up made my mind drift off and have fantasies about food
and much needed sleep. Fish and chips, curry, nah chinese, no hang on,
a packet of Hobnobs ooh no a big bottle of beer at the refuge. It was
settled then, a beer was the carrot on rope that got me to the Col.
Standing at the Grand Col de Ferret you can't but have an immense feeling
of accomplishment. All and I do mean all of the effort is worthwhile.
Huge vistas of Switzerland and Italy, glaciers and mountains open up before
you. Bones and I both had self-assured smug grins now as we knew we were
going to make it to the Refuge.
The descent down into Val Ferret is pretty damn technical and 10 hours
on the bike resulted in a fair few dabs and heart stopping moments. All
of the walkers on the T.M.B were smiling and waving, a few even clapped
when we cleared technical sections. Everyone was happy, the sun was shining,
my bum wasn't sat on the saddle viva Italie!
After the
rollercoaster ride from the top of the col, the rest of the descent down
the valley is a much more sedate affair, high speed road, and rocky 4x4
was all very much needed by the 10fifty boys. This side of the Mont Blanc
is very different compared to the French side, a whole load rockier with
a lot less forest but still extremely impressive.
More eye bleeding fast singletrack took as to the town of Entreves and
a quick blast through the cobbled streets Italian Job stylie brought us
to the supermarket. What a nightmare, you know when you shop for food
when you are starving hungry and can't blummin decide what to buy! Far,
far too long later I emerged with swiss rolls, biscuits and little bit
of fruit, well you got to have the healthy option sometime.
Arse and in this case quite literally, a 400m steep as your Nan road climb
lay before us. At the top was the Refuge and that big beer and at the
bottom, well yes I think you get the idea.
Grind,
grind, grind, out the saddle, push push push, grind gri..... onwards and
upwards the road twisted, memories from long ago distorted by time, constantly
gave me false hopes of, I'm sure its just around the corner. Then there
it was the beautiful red shuttered Monti Bianco, Bellisimo. 4600m of climbing
in 12 hours was over, we wearily dismounted and sorted out our room, bought
a big beer and took in the amazing view. Dinner was destroyed with as
much bread as we could lay our hands on and then it was early to bed.
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