This was the second attempt at Mont Blanc by myself and Chatty. We had hitched up to Chamonix the weekend before to have a go, and realised that our equipment for going up mountains in the UK was not quite up to the mark for Mont Blanc. So we did some shopping, got some new boots, crampons and ice axes.
We came back with Karl and Olof this weekend and had another go.
Fred and Pete came along for the drive but not the mountain.
It was pretty late by the time we got to the Grand Couloir, which meant that it had cooled down, and the risk of stonefall when crossing was low, which was good.
When we got to the Gouter Refuge it turned out it was full. We had not realised that we needed to book. So we ended up sleeping in an igloo out the back. We had no sleeping mats, so slept on rucksacks and the rope.
We didn’t get much sleep and set off up the hill pretty early next day, before the masses.
We were all feeling pretty rotten at the top, having done no acclimitisation at all, so we didn’t hang around long. We headed back down the other way, towards the Aiguille du Midi.
By the time we got half way between Mont Maudit and Mont Blanc du Tacul we were feeling much better and had a go at some crevasse jumping.