{"id":24709,"date":"2018-11-15T11:50:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-15T10:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peregrinusmundi.com\/randonnees-enchantees\/"},"modified":"2020-07-05T17:29:10","modified_gmt":"2020-07-05T15:29:10","slug":"enchanted-hikes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peregrinusmundi.com\/en\/enchanted-hikes\/","title":{"rendered":"Enchanted hikes"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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It is damn hot under the sun shining in the perfectly blue sky. Not a cloud on the horizon. I am on the mountainside. I have passed the Chalet de la Fl\u00e9g\u00e8re and I am on my way to the Lac Blanc. One of the best known places in the region. Although it is the end of October, the good weather attracts visitors. Hikers and tourists mix on the small paths. But I am one of the few to carry a large, loaded bag. I left for a two-day hike through the Aiguilles Rouges massif, the massif facing Mont-Blanc. I left Chamonix this morning, determined to take advantage of my two days off. This is my first hike with a bivouac night in the valley.<\/p>

I left the village this morning and I attacked the climb on the mountainside into a forest of fir trees. The path joined the Charlanoz mountain plateau at 1800 meters and I marveled at the landscape. Being Autumn, wild blueberry trees, herbs and plants vary from yellow to dark red colors. It is very beautiful. I walked along the plateau hiking in what will soon be ski slopes to reach the Chalet de la Fl\u00e9g\u00e8re where the cable car pours the tourists who come to observe the landscape and in particular the Mer de Glace right in front of us on the opposite side of the valley. I leave the crowd and continue my ascent along the trail. I am hot and the weight of the bag pulls on the shoulders. Above me is the Aiguilles Rouges massif. Opposite, the extraordinary Aiguille Verte and its peak, Les Drus, very well known to mountain-climbers. I find it hard to take my eyes off the contemplation of the landscape. Here, in the calm, almost alone and surrounded by nature, I feel extremely good. A sweet feeling of well-being fills me over and I sit in the grass to enjoy the sun and this moment of fullness. I feel so small, so humble, dominated by these immense massifs so ancient and so beautiful. My mind seems to grasp a truth that I am unable to put into words. Here, at 2000 meters, lying in the grass on the mountainside, one will find the answers to what living means. Simply, quietly, in contact with nature and with respect.<\/p>

The Lac Blanc is looming in a hollow and I reach the body of water while the sun is already starting to disappear behind the mountain peaks. The refuge is closed and I put my tent a little higher away from the path. Without the sun the temperature drops quickly and I bundle up in my sleeping bag to enjoy one of the most beautiful sunset I have had the chance to contemplate. Right in front of me is the Aiguille Verte massif, a big giant bounded on one side by the Mer de Glace and on the other by the Argenti\u00e8re glacier. The shadow swallows the walls of the massif and its summit is tinged with yellow, pink and red. At 2300 meters above sea level I begin to grasp the geography of the Mont-Blanc chain and its specificities. It is a very big and impressive massif incrusted with large crevasses where the glaciers stretch. The stars appear in the sky and I fall asleep perfectly happy.<\/p>

The sky is still as blue the next day and I get up with the sun. Another tent has set up a little lower, but apart from the two of us, no one else seems to have spent the night in the area. I love mornings in the middle of nature, alone where the places are so calm and not yet disturbed by the crowd of walkers. These beautiful moments when nature and I seem to be one. These moments when I have the impression of being alone in a nature still untouched by human presence.<\/p>

I pack my things taking advantage of the freshness of the morning to move on. The path descends abruptly, following a few steep passages and along the Lacs de Ch\u00e9serys. A few ibex graze not far from me and do not seem disturbed by my presence. Many have pretty long horns. Males I guess. Further on, I meet the first walkers in the opposite direction, coming from the bottom of the valley. The path crosses a long plateau at 2000 meters and I observe blueberries with red leaves. A few stunted berries are still present on the branches, but the vast majority of plants are already ready for the coming winter. The slope becomes steeper and the path descends sharply for 600 meters before reaching the bottom of the valley and the small hamlet of Tr\u00e9 le Champ. I regain civilization with regret, I must return to Chamonix. My “weekend” is coming to an end. But my heart is happy and sitting on the train that brings me back to the town I am already thinking about my next excursion.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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