The progress of our world relies heavily on bold claims so, hold-on-to-your-hats because I am about to make one.
Just as it is undeniably true that behind every successful man lies a powerful woman, (don’t even try to dispute that as a throng of angry women shall descend upon you), such a valiant assertion can also be made about Chamonix in France.
While Chamonix’s masculine pacey-peaks are a huge draw for those who love all things fast and furious, the key secret to Chamonix’s success lies with one white- woman-wonder: La Dame Blanche.
While friends, family and locals alike know her as The White Lady, she is more formally known as the Mont Blanc Mountain.
Little did I know that I was about to come face to face with her take-no-prisoners mantra when I decided to scale her perilous pistes.
My expert guide, Sebastian, had pre-warned me that this would be no easy feat but, with adrenalin searing through my veins and a somewhat misguided confidence I signed on the dotted line, (and you think I am joking!)…
With Sebastian at the helm we embarked upon the classic Gouter Route, starting our journey with a cable-car ride from Les Houches and a tramway to Nid d’Aigle.
Our climb continued on in this leisurely fashion as we crunched along the soft terrain, breathing in the crisp alpine air…
…Sorry to lull you into a false slumber there!
Adding further insult to injury, our treacherous trek was being captured on film, (ever worthy of Candid Camera, perhaps the pearly lining to our snow-coated cloud!)
On the second day, further scrambling, clambering and crawling were in order to traverse the now far-reaching glacial grounds. With crampons and ice axe supporting us like a much-needed crutch, the goal of reaching the snow-hazed summit fuelled us on.
After a slow ascent over Bosses ridge, our highest hurdle, we finally reached the tip of the iceberg, the top of the peak and the end of our journey.
True, no comparisons to Neil Armstrong can be made here but one must always celebrate their own little victories.
Like a dollop of whipped cream on top of a molten chocolat chaud, her snow-drift summit was a worth-the-wait indulgent treat.
Back in the warming embrace of my accommodation in Chamonix, I revelled in the secret of Chamonix’s success.
Whilst many have an appetite for Chamonix’s après-ski adventures, the Chamonix bars and Chamonix clubs are notorious amongst the skiing scene, I knew better. Like a girlfriend who uncovers a secret gift, I smiled smugly knowing who truly held all the keys to Chamonix’s icy kingdom.
Isabella Rose – Isabella is an enthusiastic traveller with a love of adventure. Having studied History of Art and Italian at university, it has been her lifelong dream to move to Italy to revel in the art, culture and of course the gelato!