Seasons at an altitude of 2317 meters

I dreamed of visiting the Alps as a child, when I saw on television an advertisement for chocolates and alpine meadows. That's how commonplace it is, the dream came about not through tourist or geographical programs, but due to stupid chocolates. Sweet is also harmful because it motivates us to fidget and look for ways to fulfill our dreams. We planned our active Eurotrip for September. Firstly, not so hot, but the weather is still chic. Secondly, the flow of tourists drops sharply. So, we get more affordable tickets, transportation, places in hotels and attractions.

The choice fell on the ski resort of Chamonix. In warm weather, there are almost no tourists, prices are lower, and leisure is more affordable. We did not look for hotels, but rented a modest condominium for two - this is a room in which there is a bed and a small kitchenette, and a bathroom is located near the entrance. It was in our interests to visit the highest accessible point and take a walk in the mountains. The sun was rising because of Mont Blanc, which created some difficulties for shooting.

We climbed the most accessible high point - 2317 meters.

The sun does not get much on this side of the mountains, therefore it is relatively cold there - about 7 degrees. We put on all the warm clothes and went for a walk through the wasteland. Due to the fact that there is little sun, the main flora of these places is moss, a rare grass covered with hoarfrost, and dry bushes. The stones are cast in a green-turquoise hue, and this is beautiful.

The lake was marked on the map. From the side of the funicular it is imperceptible, so tourists rarely go there. It is worth moving away from the crowd of Chinese, and you find yourself in the realm of silence, moss and nature. The whole slope looked like this - withered grass, moss-covered stones and a white peak.

Nature is very reminiscent of Russia. When we went out to the blueberry bushes, we felt at home again. These bushes stretched all our way, and later more lingonberry bushes appeared. Great breakfast! But we have no time, we must go forward and see everything.

I really sincerely believed that we would have to walk through this cold nature all day. But the mountains are a surprise. Sometimes insidious, sometimes positive. As soon as we crossed the ridge, a bright sun shone in our face, illuminating the bright green meadows.

A minute ago we froze in hats and a pile of sweaters. Another moment - and we undress to T-shirts and shorts. In the evening of the same day, I found burnt calves, forehead and nose. So much for the nature of permafrost.

From this peak offers a magnificent view of the valley. On the sunny side is a hiking trail that is accessible to people in almost any physical form. For your own safety you need to look under your feet. If you step incorrectly or on the wrong stone, then you can fly down.

At one point, the Commander slowed me down and said: “Now look up!”

There you can hear strange noise, which is very similar to the noise of a highway or highway. And this, it turns out, is waterfalls that fall from great heights.

And so I went up to the highest point. Watch what is revealed to me! On the left is a snowy peak turning into green rocks. To the right are many mountains. And in the middle is a glacier.

To go down the glacier, we took the train. Yes, in Chamonix there is a train that, at the pace of a waltz, brings you down from a height of 2300 to the ground. In places, he rides through the rocks, in places along the most beautiful landscapes.