I pushed myself to the limit today, climbing several hundred feet up a very steep snow-covered path. Walking on snow is really hard work, as your feet sink in and it takes a real effort to pull them out. I was wearing far too much as it turned very warm - about 17C - and I was still dressed for below zero temperatures. I love the walk because you can see the unmistakeable outline of the Mont Blanc range. It looks near enough to touch - there are several ranges of mountains in between, starting with dark green where the snow has melted from the pines, and gradually getting paler and paler. Mont Blanc is always snow capped, of course. I love to see it against a blue sky.
I had to use my poles several time when I sank up to my knees and could manage only one hour - in summer I can walk that path for three hours.
Coming down was easier (gravity was on my side) and I didn't bother lifting my feet, just slid them along as though I were doing cross country skiing.
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