A day when one is lost for words to describe the beauty of the mountains.
The day dawned with cloudless blue skies and a sharp frost. We set off from the hamlet of Boudin, in the Beaufortain, just above the village of Areches. The smell of cows in the cowsheds mixed with that of wood smoke from fires in the tightly packed houses nestling on the slopes.
We gained height on our snowshoes with the crunch of the snow crystals and a surface of hoar frost like feathers. Our path zig-zagged gradually towards the Col du Pre (1703m). Eventually the sun’s warmth warmed our hands on our ski poles. The views expanded with the altitude looking towards the Legette de Mirantin and La Grande Journee.
As we approached the Col Mont Blanc appeared, clear against the sky, not a cloud in site. Contouring the slopes we came to a number of small chalet d’alpage and we had a great picnic with our backs to the wall on a wooden bench in the sunshine.
Below us the Lac de Roselend’s waters spread out with above the Pierra Menta and Col du Parazon. What a great way to spend the day breathing in the fresh air, reflecting on nature’s beauty.