The sun rose brilliantly over Les Diablerets, a peak I used to ski on as a youth. Little could I have known then that 45 years later I would be rising early to commence a huge day, the fifth on a journey that seems to be getting bigger with each step.
By 7 I was out and up to actual summit of the Dents Blanche. an incredible view of Mont Blanc and the Chamonix area peaks greeted me. How I wish I‘d made it to the summit last night! But then life changed. The descent down the west side was a knife edge that turned into a cliff. Steep rock climbing led to a part too steep to climb. My rope was too short to rappel all the way, but with difficulty I split it into two. How I wish I had a partner and a full-length rope! Scrambling over the next peak and then escaping into the French side I watched a half dozen ibex climbing across steep smooth slabs I'd dare not climb unroped. The rest of the day consisted mostly of snow hiking and climbing as I stayed on the French sides of the peaks, then endlessly down to the Hotel Suisse at 11:30 pm for a very welcome beer and bath.