Yesterday was an approach day. Even so, a short but classic tour. But today was the real deal. Up over a high pass with a small but aesthetic bonus summit along the way.
Breakfast at the Heidelberg was typical of this region: coffee, tea, good bread, cold cuts, and cereal if meat wasn’t your thing. Thermos filling was done from the tea water tank. I mixed up a liter of Cytomax, kept my Rittersport chocolate at the top of my pack, and off we went on a well beaten skin track heading southerly to the high Alps.
Today, the HOT high alps. What a scorcher. I’d thought having my old acrylic North Face collared shirt and lightweight bill cap would be minimal enough, but dressing the lower legs in my OR Tremor pants was still too much. The air must have been at least 70 degrees, that combined with the glacier reflector oven — ouch. Took me an hour or so to remember an old trick for such situations. Just grab a handful of snow and wad it on the back of your neck like some kind of medieval poultice designed to purge evil spirits. The snow melts and drips nice icy water down your chest and back — just like a cold shower! Joy!
Photos by Lou and Ted.