A year after our first experience of alpine mountaineering (see trip report) Chris and I returned to the Valais Alps to climb some easy-ish peaks on own without a guide. Udai joined us for the first two days before leaving to join a group of Alan Kimber’s aiming to climb Mont Blanc.

When it came to writing a report of this trip I wanted to experiment with some alternatives to the standard format. In updating this website I have kept the original text, although the presenation has changed. I leave it to you to judge whether the experiment worked!

[July 2015]

Ulrichshorn

16 & 17 July

Stats: 16 July: Saas Fee – Mischabel Hut: ascent 1535m, max. altitude 3335m. 17 July: Mischabel Hut – Ulrichshorn – Saas Fee: ascent 590m, descent 2125m, max. altitude 3925m.

What’s the path up to the hut like?

Unrelentingly uphill for more than 1500 metres. Good path at first, becoming a rocky scramble from about 2600m. Upper part well (even excessively) protected with steel ropes and stanchions set in the rock. There’s even a ladder at one point.

Wasn’t there something about an old path being closed?

Absolutely right, Harry. The route marked on the Swiss maps and described in the guidebooks has been changed. The higher part of the “old” path, as it’s now known, has been officially abandoned, apparently due to a number of stonefall injuries.

At about Pt 2638 a painted sign on a large boulder directs you right, back to the ridge, rather than following the old route left. The route then stays on the ridge all the way to the hut. It’s protected with cables, iron stanchions, and a ladder – most of which were buried under snow when we were there. According to the hut guardian, by mid-July it should be a simple, scrambly, snow-free path.

We used the old route for descent, as it was still mostly under snow. But as it’s been officially abandoned, the fixed cables etc on the old route won’t be maintained or replaced so it’ll gradually become more dangerous to rely on them.

Guide-book time for the ridge route on ascent seems about the same – might be a bit slower than the old route on descent, but can’t really tell because of the conditions when we were there.

What took you so long?

The snowy conditions possibly added half an hour. Two out of the three of us were still acclimatising. One out of the three of us found the snowy, scambly part particularly hard going, and despite being urged on with helpful tips like “Haul yourself up on the cable – that’s what it’s for!”, and “Look, there’s the hut up there. It won’t get any closer if you just stand and look at it!”, took rather longer than anyone would have thought.

So why didn’t you do Nadelhorn, then?

Ah, you guessed that was the original idea!

The main reason was that two of us (one of them me) were totally knackered even by the time we got to the Windjoch. There was no way we were going to stay together and get up the Nadelhorn ridge in anything like a safe time. We discussed other options – including my offer that Chris and Udai should do Nadelhorn while I went back – but when Udai also confessed to being rather daunted by the prospect of Nadelhorn, we opted for a quick trip up Ulrichshorn and back to the hut.

And why did it take you so long to get down again?

We got back to the hut OK and had a decent rest. We asked the hut guardian about using the old route for descent, because we’d seen two people using it the day before, coming down a nice easy snowfield instead of scrambling down the ridge. He said it should be OK as there was still so much snow on the ground.

We left soon after mid-day, and were doing fine. The route goes down a series of ribs, then breaks out onto what was then a snow-field at an easy angle. The snow was deep – knee-deep in places – but without any particular problems.

The long time was entirely down to me. Just as we were getting to the end of the snow, and within sight of the original track up, my thigh muscles went on strike. The only way I can describe the problem is that I completely lost the ability to balance. Even the slightest slip threw me completely, and whatever natural agility I might have had vanished. A couple of times I stopped for a pause, and a leg just collapsed under me.

I was reduced to picking my way tentatively down even the easiest ground. Anything involving a step down was a tortuous effort, even with two trekking poles as support. I told Chris and Udai not to wait, and infinitely slowly worked my way down the never-ending zig-zags back to Saas Fee.

So there you are – that’s why it took me so long. I’ve never been in that state before, and hope never to be again. It was embarrassing and depressing. It just became very clear that the combination of lack of acclimatisation (one symptom being an upset stomach and loss of appetite, so energy levels were low too), 1500 metres uphill the day before, and the challenge of over 2000 metres down again, was too much.

Thanks to Udai for waiting at the bottom. Of course, we missed the once-an-hour bus from Saas Fee to Saas Grund by 5 minutes. And well done Chris for getting back to the apartment and getting a spare key off the landlady without a single word of any language in common!

Isn’t Ulrichshorn just a molehill among giants?

Far from it! Not only does it deservedly have its very own section in the guidebook, but the quality of the SW ridge with snow on one side and – er – snow on the other side only confirms the status of this soaring peak. Some have said that the guidebook grade of PD may be a wild undersatement. No wonder it is an ever-present challenge to all those who seek to conquer every Alpine summit over 3924 metres.

Indeed, standing by the litter bin in the top left corner of the terrace of the Ulrichsblick Hotel in Saas Fee, the visitor can see how Ulrichshorn alone dominates the skyline above the village. Other hotels may have their Allalinhorn or Alphubel views, but the true majesty of Ulrichshorn can best be appreciated from this idyllic viewpoint.

Few tales survive of man’s epic struggles on this mountaineer’s mountain. Mention Ulrichshorn in the bars of Saas Fee – or even as far afield as Saas Almagell – and a hush falls over the room. Local guides rarely venture onto Ulrichshorn’s slopes, and those that do say little about their experiences. Climb Ulrichshorn and the mountain will earn your respect, but most choose to keep this intensely personal experience to themselves, content with memories that few will ever share.

Ulrichshorn From Saas Fee

Allalinhorn

19 & 20 July

Stats: 19 July: Plattjen – Britannia Hut: ascent 460m, max. altitude 3030m. 20 July: Britannia Hut – Allalinhorn – Mittelallalin (Metro): ascent 1077m, descent 573m, max. altitude 4027m.

Allalinhorn, or The Hohlaubgrat Harriers

A play in one act.

Scene 1 – The common room in the Britannia Hut, 4.00 am.

In the dim light we see Chris sitting at a table, spreading processed cheese onto a thick slice of stale brown bread. Tony enters and sits down opposite him. They do not speak. Tony spreads red jam onto a slice of bread. They eat. Tony pours a pale brown liquid from a metal jug into a cup. As he pours, a sodden tea-bag falls out of the jug into his cup. Tea splashes out onto the table. Tony drops a sugar cube into his cup and stirs it with a plastic stick.

They finish the bread. Chris eats the rest of his jam with his tea stirrer. They get up from the table and exit. It is 4.07 am.

Scene 2 – A glacier, 80 metres lower than the hut, 4.30 am.

Chris, with a rope tied to his harness and wearing crampons, shines his head-torch on Tony’s feet as Tony tries for the third time to secure the strap on his left crampon. He finally succeeds. Taking the free end of the rope he ties a knot and attaches it to his harness. He tugs. It holds.
Meanwhile, Chris has deftly wound a dozen coils of rope round his body and tied them to his harness with a neat knot. Tony starts to do the same, but gets in a tangle by switching the direction of the loops mid-way through the process. The coils straggle untidily around his chest, but he ties a knot round them anyway and attaches them to his harness. Chris gives him a long look and speaks for the first time.

Chris: Bit of a wally this morning, aren’t we?

Scene 3 – Higher up the same glacier, half an hour later

Tony and Chris move slowly up the glacier, a rope between them. Tony is in front. To their left the moon, three or four days off full, hangs in a clear, dark sky. Its light catches the slopes of the glacier, which shine in a broad band of silver. The sky is full of stars. Mountains rise all around them. They keep moving.

On a back-projection screen at the back of the stage we see the view down the glacier. Several strings of black dots, some with lights, are following in their tracks.

As we watch, three young mountaineers, closely roped together, enter left behind Chris. They rapidly overhaul Chris and Tony, who keep walking slowly onwards. No-one speaks as they pass. The three move on and exit right. Chris speaks.

Chris: Those were those Germans.

Tony: Yes.

Scene 4 – A 30-metre rock step not far below the summit of Allalinhorn, 8.35am.

It is full daylight. The sun is shining. Tony is standing sideways with one foot above the other on a narrow ramp of snow at the base of a shallow and easy-angled gully. A sling clipped to a metal ring provides some protection against a slip. The rope passes through his belay plate and disappears up the gully and out of sight.

The minutes tick by. Occasionally the rope moves, and Tony pays another metre or two through his belay plate. Now and again chunks of ice the size of apples rain down from above. After five minutes or so all movement stops.
Tony stands and waits. Four Spaniards arrive and stand a few metres below him. More time passes.

Tony (shouts): Chris!? (no answer. He shouts again) Chris!? (still no answer).

1st. Spaniard: ¿Qué pasa?

Tony: J’n’sais pas. Rien.

Ten metres of rope drop down the gully and end in a tangle at Tony’s feet. He feeds the loose rope back through his belay plate until the rope is nearly tight again.

Tony (shouts): Chris!? (no answer)

He looks at the Spaniards and shrugs. Two more climbers arrive and join the queue below.

More minutes pass. It is now 8.50am.

Suddenly the rope starts moving again, at first slowly and jerkily, then quickly and firmly as all the slack is pulled in. When the rope is taut Tony tugs it three times, removes it from his belay plate, unhooks the sling from the metal ring, and starts to climb into the sloping gully. He turns to wave to the Spaniards, and disappears left round a corner.

With the stage lights off, the back-projection screen shows a sequence of faded black and white still images of early alpine exploits – sheer rock faces, crevasses, men in tweeds with long alpenstocks and nailed boots, women in long skirts crossing glaciers, etc. The images fade as the lights come up to show …

Tony, on a 35 degree snow slope with Chris some 10 metres above him crouched over his ice-axe pushed shaft-down into the snow. The rope goes round the head of the axe in an imitation of a belay. Tony climbs up to Chris.

Tony: What happened?

Chris: Keep moving.

They pick up the rope in loose coils and set off.

Tony and Chris walk the last few level metres to the summit – a low pile of rocks and stones surmounted by a plain iron cross. Two other small groups are there too. Tony and Chris each touch the summit rocks, and shake hands.

Tony: Well done! Our first unguided 4000-er.

Chris: And first AD.

Tony: In guidebook time, too.

They turn and walk about 25 metres back along the small summit ridge to a low rocky outcrop where they take off the rope and their rucksacs. They each open their rucksac and take out some food, which they eat slowly while they watch a party of six or seven people, led by a guide with a UIAGM badge, reach the summit ridge from the opposite direction. The group goes to the summit, each touches the rocks or the cross, and they return to near Tony and Chris. The guide takes a bottle of schnapps and several glasses from his rucksac, and pours a shot for each client. They drink. Tony and Chris look on hopefully, but are disappointed. Tony takes a photo of Chris, and vice versa.

Tony nods in the direction from which the other party had come.

Tony: Normal route. Must be our way down.

Chris: Yes.

Tony: What happened back there on the rock step? What took you so long?

Chris: I don’t want to talk about it. I made a complete hash of it. Did you find a crab I dropped?

Tony: No.

Chris: Better be off, then.

Tony: No sign of those Spaniards yet.

Chris: No. Wonder if they found my crab.

They rope up, and disappear out of sight below the summit ridge.

Allalinhorn Summit

Weissmies

21 & 22 July

Stats: 21 July: Saas Almagell – Almageller Hut: ascent 1214m, max. altitude 2894m. 22 July: Almageller Hut – Weissmies – Hohsaas: ascent 1129m, descent 992m, max. altitude 4023m.

My second attempt at this mountain, but Chris’s first. See last year’s report for a description of the route, and the events leading to my turning back before the summit.

This time we were successful. The conditions were good, and we made good time to the col, up the snowfield and onto the ridge. We climbed the ridge unroped and without crampons. This year I had an altimeter, so I was able to check the height of the point I reached last year (there was a fixed post where I turned back) – it was 3835 metres.

Chris reached the top of the ridge and the fore-summit a few minutes before me – I was going a little slower and like a true English gentleman gave way to two or three roped parties who were moving faster than me. We put crampons back on, and nonchalantly continued unroped to the main summit.

Towards Weissmies Summit

Descent from Weissmies

Weissmies Crevasses

It was quite busy on the summit. After the usual congratulations and refreshments we set off (roped) down the normal ascent route of the NW flank. This is a glacier route, steep in parts, and passing through some severely crevassed sections. The route was well-trodden, though, and we passed several parties making their way up. We made it to Hohsaas without any problems, and took the cable back down to Saas Fee.

15/16 July

Looking back, soloing my first ever Alpine 4000m as an acclimatisation exercise was perhaps just a little ambitious.

I left Saas Almagell (1680m) and walked up to the Almageller Hut (2894m – 3hrs). Setting off at 4.40 next morning to climb Weissmies (4023m) by the SSE ridge (PD), I followed several other groups up to the Zwischenbergerpass (3268m) on a cairned track, reaching the pass in just under 1 hr.

Portjenhorn and Portjengrat

The snow field on the E side of the ridge was in good condition. It was a clear morning, with great views S to the Portjenhorn and Portjengrat in the sunrise. I zig-zagged up the snow, then followed others onto the rocky part of the ridge. Here doubts begin to set in. Everyone else was roped up, and the rock was still icy in places. Some people opted to climb the ridge in crampons, others took theirs off. I chose to take mine off, and made reasonable progress up the first part of the ridge. But there were a few places where scrambling turned to climbing, and I began to feel uncomfortably exposed. It would have been good to have had a (human) friend and a rope with me.

After the third difficult section I started to think about getting down safely, and realised I felt completely exhausted. The ridge continued steeply above with no sign of the top. I decided to sit down for 10 mins, munch a fruit bar, and see how I felt after a rest. The last of the other parties surged on. It was getting a bit late, I was dropping behind guide book time, and morale was low.

After the rest, discretion won and, making sure no-one was around to see, I retreated. I made up for the disappointment by doing some long bum-slides (a technical term for controlled glissades) down the snow field. Taking my time I walked down to the hut, had a break, and finally trekked down to Saas Almagell.

Studying the map afterwards I reckon I made it to about 3800m, so I only missed by just over 200m. Still, as someone said later, “The mountain will still be there next time, and this way so will you.” (I went back next year. This time I had an altimeter. My turning-back point was at 3835m. Oh well!)

Day 1 – Zermatt to Gandegg Hut

18 July

Stats: Ascent: 597m; descent: 0; max. altitude: 3029m
Weather: am – sunny and warm; pm – cloudy, thunderstorms.

Introductions first. We didn’t call ourselves the Glacial Erratics until later, but here we are – four aspiring mountaineers and our guide.

‘Kodak’ (Udai), ‘BOF Vader’ (Tony), ‘Mr Cool’ (Chris), ‘The Ghost of Monte Rosa’ (Duncan) and ‘Uncle Alan’ (Alan Kimber)

Chris, Duncan and I had met after we’d booked this trip, but we’d not climbed together. We’d exchanged e-mails with Udai, and met him for the first time the day before we set off. He had been a client of Alan’s in Scotland.

We had all been staying in Saas Grund, so the first morning we drove round from Saastal to Mattertal, left Alan’s car in Täsch, and took a taxi into Zermatt. We walked through the town and took the gondola and cable car to Furgg.

From the cable car station at Furgg (2432m) the path to the Gandegg Hut (3029m) winds its way first up a vehicle track, then through a series of stony corries, passing under the Trockenersteg cable car. We lunched on the way and reached the hut in 2hr 10min.

Alan dragged us out of the comfort of the hut later in the afternoon for a first practice of roping-up and catching falls, but his efforts were thwarted by a thunderstorm which drove us back inside to watch the lightning through the thick mist.

Day 2 – Gandegg Hut to Ayas Hut

19 July

Stats: Ascent: 797m; descent: 432; max. altitude: 3826m
Weather: sunny and very warm all day.

This was the first day we spent entirely above the snow line, and our first experience of glacier travel.

We left the Gandegg hut at 0535, and followed the well-bashed ski piste up the Oberer Theodulgletscher to the Theoduljoch and the Plateau Rosa, as far as the col at 3826m. The first skiers descending from the Klein Matterhorn station passed us around 0900.

We stopped before the col for more crevasse rescue practice, this time taking it in turns to jump off a 5 metre ice shelf to be caught by the others and hauled out – except for Udai, who seemed to think the aim was to stay down there and dig in.

Now my day was plunged into misery. I realised I had lost a small piece of plastic and rubber – the nose-piece on my sunglasses. Failing to find it after a full search, I spent the rest of the day with my glasses resting so close to my face that they were constantly smeared by suncream and sweat. I travelled the remaining distance in a foggy blur.

We moved onto the Breithorn plateau and debated whether to climb Breithorn. The consensus was “no”, so we continued across the plateau in bright, hot sunshine with the snow getting increasingly soft, and finally descended the Grande Ghiacciaio di Verra to the Ayas hut (3394m), arriving at about 1400.

The Ayas is a nice friendly hut, with a real washroom and a Gaggia coffee machine. Alan was tempted to get us prussiking up a rope off the balcony, but decided in the end the hut guardians might not approve, so we passed the afternoon drinking tea and coffee in the comfort of the hut. I spent a useful half hour making a new nosepiece for my sunglasses out of small bits of sticking plaster, a repair which served well for the rest of the trip, and which added further style to the cool and fashionable look for which our group was already establishing a reputation.

Day 3 – Ayas Hut, Castor, Quintino Sella Hut

20 July

Stats: Ascent: 827m; descent: 636; max. altitude: 4221m
Weather: cold and clear to start, then windy with some light mist, turning cloudy later.

We left the Ayas hut at 0535. We would have left earlier if my harness hadn’t developed a mind of its own overnight and formed itself into an unfathomable topological puzzle.

We followed the normal route up the Verra glacier and onto the WNW face of Castor. The bergschrund was almost non-existent, and we crested the summit ridge at its lowest point.

We were not alone. There were at least 15 people on the summit arète, in three or four groups, heading in both directions. The arète itself is very narrow – one boot-width – with steep snow slopes either side. We turned left (NW) and occupied the secondary summit (4205m). We took photos. Udai took more photos. Duncan topped up his sunblock.

Once the traffic had died down, we traversed the ridge to the main summit. A strong wind was blowing from our right (SW), fortunately steady rather than in gusts. The exposure felt considerable – though objectively it wasn’t particularly severe. We joined about 10 others on the summit (4221m) – our first 4000m-er! Our time from the hut was 3h15m.

Of course, a thin mist came down immediately, which along with the crowd and the strong wind made the summit a place not to linger. We headed down the SW ridge on still-frozen snow as far as the col, where we took the official 4000m team photos and Duncan had time to top up his sunblock. Then down the Felik glacier to the Quintino Sella hut (3585m), arriving about 1200.

Alan got his way at last, and we practised placing buried axe and ice screw belays in the glacier near the hut, then rigged up a rope on a nearby boulder and took it in turns to prussik up. Points out of 10 were awarded for competence and overall style.

• Chris 11.3/10 (extra bonus points for being cool)
• Tony 7/10
• Duncan 4/10 (points deducted for getting sunblock on the rope)
• Udai 1/10

Castor

Castor Summit

Bergschrund descending Passo del Nasso

Seracs above the Lysgletscher

Udai Tony Chris Duncan on the Lisjoch

Day 4 – Quintino Sella Hut via Naso & Piramide Vincent to Gnifetti Hut

21 July

Stats: Ascent: 780m; descent: 754; max. altitude: 4215m
Weather: perfect all day!

Off at 0545 on a fine clear morning with a strong, cold wind. We headed back up the Felik glacier, passing between points 3744 and 3846, then contoured in a northerly sweep on the Lys glacier under the S face of Liskamm.

We stopped for a break at the far end of the traverse where the route steepens at the foot of Naso del Liskamm. Here we had a dramatic view of a cornice collapse from the Liskamm ridge, sending a fair-sized avalanche down the S face about a kilometre from our position and filling the air with ice powder. When the air cleared we could make out a climber on the S face just below the ridge. The figure slowly made its way back onto the ridge, where a second figure appeared, presumably from the other side. It seems we had witnessed a classic “if I go off this way, you jump off the other” incident. No rescue helicopters appeared, so we assumed everything was OK.

Our route took us over the Passo del Naso. The bergschrund on this side was a simple step, then the route made a steep rising traverse in a couple of zig-zags across the even steeper slope of the Naso. At one point floods of ice crystals blowing down the slope in the strong wind filled the trench of the path, so that we were wading ankle deep in loose grains of ice.

We reached the top of the pass (4150m) and stopped for a breather and photos before tackling the descent – almost as steep – back onto the Lys glacier. The bergschrund this side proved a bit more fun. I was in the lead (Alan always took the high end of the rope) and slithered over the drop facing out – the others faced in and stepped down more or less elegantly. In Duncan’s case it was definitely less, as he had jammed his crampons together when he turned round, and couldn’t move his feet.

Still going E we headed across the top of the Lys glacier for Piramide Vincent (4215m), which we climbed by the easy snow route up the NNW flank. We reached the top at 1045, 5 hrs from the hut.

We retraced our route down to the glacier, and descended past some impressive seracs to the Gnifetti hut (3611m), arriving at 1200.

Day 4 – Interlude

21 July

The Gnifetti Hut. It was here that Udai slept in a cupboard, and Duncan won a Blue Peter badge for making a photographic dark room out of three blankets and a black bin liner so that he could retrieve the end of a roll of film that had accidentally rewound itself when he pressed the wrong button on his camera. Amazingly, it worked!

The prize for oddball-of-the-week, though, went to an Italian with a top of the range mountain bike which he had backpacked up from the nearest cable car, and who apparently intended to take it up to the Margherita Hut the next day and ride down from there. We never saw him again.

It was here, too, that our plans for Monte Rosa almost fell apart. We were planning to spend the next night in the Margherita Hut (you know, the one on the summit of Signalkuppe, highest in Europe, etc etc). The problem was that when Alan phoned to book us in, he was told the hut was full. We discussed alternative Plans B, C, and D, all of which meant missing out at least one of the summits we had planned. The final choice was left to the morning so we could see what the weather was like.

In the morning a quick discussion settled on Plan C. We would make a fast time straight to the Margherita Hut, leaving out Parrotspitze, and hope that by arriving early we could bag any spare beds that came available during the day.

Did we make it? Find out in the next exciting episode of “Five Go for a Walk in Lots of Snow”

Day 5 – Gnifetti Hut, Signalkuppe (Margherita Hut), Zumsteinspitze

22 July

Stats: Ascent: 1087m; descent: 169 max. altitude: 4563m
Weather: perfect all day again, though near gale-force wind at times on Signalkuppe.

Despite Alan’s increasingly scathing comments, we still couldn’t manage to get away from the hut before 0545. We set a cracking pace up the Lys glacier, especially while we were under the seracs, and made the Lysjoch (4248m) at 0730 just as the sun was coming up. Views W to Liskamm, with the Matterhorn peeping out behind, were fabulous and we all took loads of photos.

From the Lysjoch we carried on across the Grenzgletscher to a point near Colle Gnifetti, then turned up to the Margherita hut on the summit of Signalkuppe (4554m). It was 0900, making 3¼ hours from the Gnifetti hut.

Negotiations with the friendly, charming and hospitable people who run the hut got us an agreement that if there were any cancellations, we could have beds, and if not we could sleep on mattresses on the kitchen floor. That was good enough for us, and we spent the next couple of hours in serious tea-drinking mode.

Around 1100 Chris and I started to get restless. We started muttering about Zumsteinspitze, which had been part of our original plans, and was temptingly close across the col from the hut. Despite the gale blowing outside, which ripped the hut’s Italian flag to shreds in the course of a few hours, the others agreed, and we set off at 1130. We dropped back down to the col, and took the facing SE ridge to the top of Zumsteinspitze (4563m), which was the highest point of our trip. Back to the hut by the same route – round trip time about 1½ hours.

And, great joy, we had beds! The rest of the afternoon was variously spent

• sleeping (Alan)
• ranging around, buying postcards, writing postcards, unpacking rucksac, packing rucksac (Duncan)
• taking photos (Udai) (and Duncan)
• looking cool reading a German climbing magazine (Chris)
• eating soup and bread, sitting staring into space, sleeping (me)

During the early evening clouds formed on the Italian side of the mountains, on which we were looking down with a clear sky above. During the night the cloud cleared and we could see the lights of Milan in the far distance 4500m below.

Day 6 – Margherita Hut via Grenzgletscher to Zermatt

23 July

Stats: Ascent: 215m; descent: 1954; max. altitude: 4554m
Weather: fine and clear, becoming hot by mid-day.

Lazily, we didn’t leave the hut until 0600. Our objective for the day was clear – all the way down the Grentzgletscher to the Gornergrat, and the train down to Zermatt.

We followed the normal route down the glacier which, facing generally W, was in shade most of the way, so we made good progress on crunchy ice. The going was good most of the time, though there were 3 or 4 steeper sections with significant crevasses and seracs which needed a bit more care. The day was clear, with little wind.

The descent was uneventful. We left the glacier at or near point 2907 to pick up the path on the lateral moraine past the Monte Rosa Hut. After passing the hut, the path drops steeply down onto the Gornergletscher (iron ladder rungs in the rock) which we crossed on ice and rubble to join the path along the S side of the Gornergrat. By this time we were in full sun, and the day was hot. The long descent seemed to have locked my legs into downhill mode, because I had great trouble dragging myself up the short but steep climb from the glacier to the Gornergrat path.

The path climbs gently along the face of the Gornergrat, leading to Rotenboden station on the Gornergrat railway. Our time to the station was about 6½ hours.

And finally, down into Zermatt on the mountain train. It was strange to see green again – like grass and trees – after a week of ice, snow and rock. And to see people who weren’t mountaineers – like the Japanese tourists on the train who chatted to Udai. We tried to sell him to them: “He’d make you a fine son. He’s a doctor.”, but they said they already had one at home. Then it was ice-creams (and postcards for Duncan) in Zermatt, back to Täsch and Alan’s car, Saas Grund, and showers!. And a few beers that evening . . .

Boots Off in Täsch

Drinks at the HotelAdler, Saas Grund