In reply to mgce25c:
One of my most memorable bivvies was at the Index above Chamonix. Anyone who's slept here will know it boasts two great advantages as a site: (1) a stunning view of Mont Blanc and the Cham Aiguilles across the valley; (2) an approach walk that's all of 500m from the chairlift station - in fact, you used to be able to stash your bivvy kit underneath the operator's small wooden shed. We were bivvying so we could be first on Voie des dalles (TD- 5c) on the Pouce, which is just over the ridge of the Aiguilles Rouges. We watched a spectacular orange to pink to purple sunset followed by a sky overflowing with stars. After a decent night's sleep, we got up in good time, had the luxury of a hot drink for breakfast and set off well before the chairlift started running.
We'd got a Michel Piola guidebook, but a French-only version. I'm unjustifiably proud of my French, and I was too vain to admit I didn't fully understand one of the words in the approach notes - well, it was only one word, what could it matter? Unfortunately, it led to me walking straight past a small indistinct side path, going straight up to the ridge and turning north. South would have been so much better. We spent a couple of hours using all our ingenuity to make the terrain fit the map, while sliding around on precarious killer scree slopes. Eventually I was forced to conclude we were in completely the wrong place. We turned round, headed back south, and in due course the Pouce came out of hiding.
We still had the route to ourselves and enjoyed an excellent climb in magnificent surroundings. Although 10+ pitches takes time, we were still hopeful of making the last chairlift when we arrived at the top, as the return scramble was only supposed to take an hour or so. A good three hours later, after much further questioning of the parentage of my route-finding, we made it back to the bivvy. The chairlift swayed slightly in the evening breeze, but other than that it wasn't moving until tomorrow.
We'd got a return ticket and we'd already done one missed-the-last-lift walk down from Plan de l'Aiguille a couple of days previously, so we were damned if we were going to extend our already 16 hour day. The used tea bags got another dunking and we resigned ourselves to a hungry second bivvy. But as Rob was hunting around in his rucksack, he discovered a forgotten single peperami hidden in the debris at the bottom. Now, I've dined in a few Michelin-starred restaurants, but that half a peperami washed down with pale tea and a view of Mont Blanc at twilight remains one of the most memorable meals I've ever eaten. Food of the gods.
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