The Snow pulls back and exposes a dead brown valley. Within a few days, the leaves push out and the shoots rise up. The Chamonix valley returns to that unbelievable vibrant green. The once dead and ashen avalanche couloirs fill with trees and flowers blush in every conceivable flat area that catches sunlight.


In short, it looks and smells like spring.

In Perth, Western Australia, we're pretty short on seasons. Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's very hot. Once there was a cloud and water fell from it. Apart from that, one day tends to look like the next



In Autumn, during the 'Tour du Mont Blanc', I passed an area called l'aiguillette d'Argentiere. It's a climbing crag up in the Aiguilles Rouge national park. Theres a short tower there with good exposure and a beautiful view over the north side of the valley. With the snow level now above 2000m, we were able to walk up to this beautiful area and finally climb it.








Well the climbing turned out to be pretty pants. The rock in this area holds the temperature from overnight. Even though we were climbing in shorts, our hands were freezing! In addition the security on the routes was somewhere between questionable and outright dangerous. I'm glad we climbed it, but i have no need to go back.



The highlight of the climb ended up being the walk back down to the car. 45 minutes of walking downhill through the regrowing forest and there was plenty to see: Chamois, Ibex and even the marmottes were out of hibernation.


















In the mountain, I've been much more aware of the passing of time. More than the fact that the season changes, i see the rise and fall of the snow, the crowds and their cars. The saisoniares come and go. The longer days and shorter nights out. wider foot paths and less light filtering between the trees.

I have become much more aware that things move and change.

Most importantly i've seen and come to terms with the fact that maybe i have changed and it might be time for me to go.