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Mountaineering Europe’s Tour du Mont Blanc was a completely completely different slice of European tradition for me: Coming upon a distant farmhouse-turned-thriving-cafe serving great lunches…flowers and cows (with traditional bells) scenically sprinkled all through…and an esprit de corps the place everyone seems to be like household.
As almost everybody hikes in the identical route (counter-clockwise), you grow to be mates with fellow hikers. It appeared like half the folks on the path have been from the US, and I met a lot of Seattleites.
And within the curiosity of mountaineering mild, lunches have been quite simple — only a sandwich from the resort, possibly a carrot, a chunk of fruit, and water. However upon reaching the mid-day summit, lunch was a marmot’s banquet. (Talking of marmots, we noticed no wildlife besides a few mice that had been squished below mountaineering boots on the path.)
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