Tuesday, April 10, 2007

So How Was It?

In two words, just fantastic! The Alps are so different from our American mountains. They seem bigger and more rugged, and yet are surprisingly intimate. They are not heavily forested, although there are plenty of trees. They seem steeper, as there is little in the way of foothills, as in our Rockies or the western slopes of the Sierra Nevada. You seem to either be down in the relatively narrow bottom of a valley or up on a mountain, whereas in the Rockies we have very broad valleys. The eastern edge of the Tetons and the Sierra are the most dramatically abrupt ranges we have. But the backside of the Tetons fade away into Idaho, and below the steep eastern face lies the broad expanse of Jackson Hole, which, like the Owens Valley east of the Sierra, serves to separate the ranges from their nearest neighboring ranges. In the Alps, you are in the Alps. No broad valleys or plains. It is either up or down. And the glaciers, well, while they are shrinking, they are still massive quantities of ICE! These are real mountains.

Is it wilderness? Does it matter? There are trails all over the Alps, as people have been walking there for centuries. Things are close at hand. Chances are if you have had to walk for 8 hours to get somewhere, and that somewhere isn't a town, there is a hut of some sort there. Where people want to go, others have been there first, and their needs have been catered to before yours. It is great to take advantage of that. You are still in very exclusive company, as 99.95% of the civilized world hasn't had the energy or inclination to be there before you. Here in the USA the "wilderness" is probably a little more exclusive, but only because the degree of discomfort and inconvenience required to achieve it is so great. All that extra weight and gear and setup and takedown and cooking and purifying water and hiding your food takes some of the fun out of things. In the Alps one is much more likely to encounter friendly people sharing your adventures, and their mood is invariably cheerful, in large part because it is so much easier, more comfortable, more social. And they probably had a shower within the last day or two. Sure, physical effort is involved, but if you don't like physical effort, maybe hiking isn't a good activity for you.

We certainly had some moments when it seemed like a bad idea. That conditioning wasn't as rigorous as it might have been. That pack wasn't adjusted quite right. The pace hadn't been sorted out yet. We hadn't learned the tempo of the group or of a typical day. It was hotter than usual. It was raining or the wind was blowing. Or mostly, it seemed so relentlessly uphill. But then you would turn a corner, or top a rise, and there would be this great scene in front of you, or far below you, or towering above you. There was always something new to see. It was also enormously rewarding to reach each day's objective and to enjoy what you found at each destination. If in a village, what foods were to be had? If in a mountain cabane, how did the showers work, what snack foods were available, was there a better viewpoint nearby?

As the days went by and the routine became familiar, we also found it a lot easier. At one point, after we had been in mountain cabanes for 3 straight nights, we came down to the cute little village of Arolla. The next morning dawned raining, and this was down in the valley. Most of us bailed out, as the prospect of spending all morning hiking uphill almost 4000' to crest the Col de Torrent in the rain seemed like a bad idea. So we learned about the Swiss Post bus system, and took the bus down the valley to the city of Sion on the Rhone River. The view coming down that road was almost as though we were descending in an airplane. It was an interesting experience seeing French-speaking Swiss teenagers in action in Sion. We didn't understand what they were saying, but some things seems pretty universal. Caught a train upriver a stop to Sierre, then caught another Post bus up the next valley to our destination of Grimentz. That ride up to Grimentz was spectacular, unless you have a fear of narrow roads with sheer 1000 foot cliffs on the other side of a 1 foot high stone curb while squeezing past a truck with one inch to spare at a speed of inches per second. All a normal day for the bus driver, and a most extraordinary one for all of us. Meanwhile, the 3 hardiest hikers had a great time going over the pass, and barely got rained on. But they didn't get to eat lunch in McDonald's, either.

We had our worst weather near the end of the trip. Going over the last pass to come down into the Mattertal, the valley where Zermatt is located, it was foggy, rainy, and windy. And our "caboose" got off the trail in the fog, so there was some delay at the pass while he was recovered. Then there was steady light rain while on our descent, but you have rain clothes and pack covers for that. What we missed was seeing the scenery, for the opposite side of this valley has this great ridge of 4000 meter peaks. And the clouds were hiding almost all of it. Here is what Kev Reynolds says about this leg of the trip:

". . . and there before you is one of those rare sights that is so overwhemingly powerful that all else is forgotten.

Across the gulf of the Mattertal soar Nadelhorn, Lenzspitze and Dom with the Ried glacier pouring into the shoe-horn trough it has carved above Grachen's green terrace. It is a stunning vision, full of drama and grace of form, a perfect symbol of mountain architecture. Then, right at the head of the Mattertal, Liskamm, Castor and Pollux and the long white block of the Breithorn, with the smaller pyramid of the Klein Matterhorn next to it. (The Matterhorn itself remains slyly hidden behind the black outline of the Mettelhorn.)

A few more paces and, most stunning of all, the Weishorn yet again announces its domineering presence above and behind the Brunegghorn that rises in one immense shaft nearly two and a half thousand meters out of the valley.

This spur of mountainside, three hours above the valley, is surely the crowning glory of the Walker's Haute Route, a route that presents one visual gem after another from start to finish. (It's not over yet, for there's more to come.) At least, that's how it seemed to us, for we found oursleves rooted to the spot, spellbound by the panorama, perched on a sun-warmed slab of rock with more than a glimpse of heaven all around."


Well, we didn't see any of those views, and which cold and wet slab of rock was the magical viewing spot was a mystery to us. But we had two more days to go, so there was hope yet. We had to go down into the valley and then go up the other side and traverse southward for two days to end in Zermatt, taking a new trail called the Europaweg, which featured our last mountain cabane (or hutte, as they call it in this part of Switzerland).

The climb out of the valley on the next-to-last day was an ordeal. Maybe it was exacerbated by being another gray and misty day, but we were almost running on empty. Our vistas were very limited, but from what we could see, it must have been stupendous on a good day. With some of the exposure we were subjected to, maybe limited visibility was a good thing. We finally staggered into the Europa Hut, which is opposite the Wiesshorn, and kept waiting for the clouds to part enough to see the mountain. It teased us with glimpses, but never showed us the whole thing.

But the last day dawned with blue sky overhead, and while there were still some clouds in the valley below us, the Weisshorn was there for all to see as the sun hit its peak and worked its way down its face. Wow, these are real mountains. We were hiking along the side of the valley, sometimes climbing, sometimes losing altitude. At one point we walked through a tunnel to emerge under the cold shower of a small stream, all this time in the cool shade, for the sun was still behind the 4000 meter ridge above us.

But then we emerged from contouring around one of the gullies and there it was, starting to appear behind some lingering clouds, peaking out from behind the shoulder of another mountain, that most photographed of all Alps, the Matterhorn. I don't have any idea how many photos we took of that mountain, but the closer we got to it, the more we shot it. Eventually we sort of short-circuited the prescribed route and took a shortcut down into Zermatt. While the town is relatively small, compared to the villages we had been in it is a bustling (although carless) center of sophisticated shopping and eating. Ruth and I lucked out at our hotel, where, as the only couple in the group, we enjoyed the wonderful beneficence of the lady hotel clerk when she awarded us the key to our room, which turned out to be the penthouse suite. A fitting end to a great adventure. Unfortunately, we had to give it up the next day to catch the train back down the valley to Visp, and then back down the Rhone Valley and around Lake Geneva to spend our last less-than-ideal night in a youth hostel before flying out of Geneva the next morning. The others had a extra day in Zermatt where they could have taken some local hikes. But they opted for the mechanical conveyances to gain the viewpoints. I guess the prospect of yet another 1500 meter climb was over the top after having already totalled over 12,000 meters.

We ate well, saw some fantastic scenery, worked hard, and generated positive comments from people when we slipped back into our everyday ruts -- "gee, you look great!" Yes, the stomach was almost flat! All it takes is hiking 4-7 hours and gaining and losing 3000-4000 vertical feet each day, experiencing firsthand some of the greatest mountain trails on earth, meeting some great people equally as stoked as you are. The only downside is its addictive quality. I've already got two more of Kev Reynold's books. Ever hear of the Alpine Pass Route? From Sargans near Liechenstein to Montreux on the shores of Lake Geneva, an east to west traverse of the Swiss Alps. 363 km (202 miles), 16 passes, 59,000' of height gain in 15 stages. Maybe next year. Meanwhile, I've got to get into this backpacking thing. I'll do it, but after tasting the Swiss model, it's hard. But if you are already doing it the American way, you will absolutely love the Swiss way.

And yes, I got my taxes done.

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