A personal narrative of a journey throughout europe

Personal Narrative of a Journey to the Equinoctial Regions of the New Continent

The pass ahead of me was over 3km away, and the ground was incredibly uneven. Luckily a fifteen minute detour downstream gave me another suitable location to cross, with healthy boulders spaced evenly enough that I could leap between them.

I had the room to myself, and naturally took the top bunk. This further emphasized the loneliness of the environment, forcing the knowledge upon my mind that I was truly left to my own devices.

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And my fleece vest was not sufficient at times weight fleece. I could hardly ask for a better birthday present. Lakeside Champex Champex, Switzerland By the time I reached the pass I noticed what I thought was fog rolling into the valley below me. Then, when they were finished, they lugged their cumbersome horns back to the valley floor.

This hike, however, was very strenuous. The morbid threat of hypothermia froze every muscle in my body. Lazarillo de Tormeslives on and well: But that was fine; I only had one more ascent left. Regardless, I had an enjoyable dinner, spent a relaxing evening reflecting in my journal, and then collapsed into my bed.

And through it I began my run. After making my way via compass and map the intercrossing paths offered many opportunities to go astray, and the flash-marks of the trail were often far apart for perhaps another half-hour I suddenly emerged from the sodden depths of a cloud.

So I was utterly surprised at how much faster I traveled with a single stick. After hiking from refuge to refuge I had depleted everything.

At the beginning I was afraid of the difficult reputation of the hike, but after my mad run to Col de Prafleuri and my dehydrated scramble to Gasenried I was much more aware of my physical limitations.

It reminded me of the times I had overextended myself climbing, where I began to doubt my ability to reach the next handhold. After ten days of hiking I had learned just how much I missed the cuisine and culture of Paris.

Nevertheless, my legs had become accustomed to the grueling task, and were well within form. The cost of staying another night in Villette precluded any notion of waiting out the weather, so the only choice was to start early and make the best of it. This quick pace brought me into the heart of a depressing and desolate landscape.

The warden thought the long hike was definitely possible, but cautioned me against delays early in the day. Was I physically fit enough to last two weeks?

Afraid that the book would be too technical, too botanical, I had left it aside for too long, regrettably. Val de Bagnes Clambin, Switzerland I awoke early in the morning, anticipating the hideous weather that lay in store for me.

The valley, Val des Dix, was lush with vegetation. Countless varieties of flowers littered the valley floor, and I soon saw a sight that made me happier than I can relate; marmots! Nevertheless, with a scant two hours of sleep under my belt, I shouldered my pack and began the torturous ascent towards Col de Balme.

Once perched on this tiny outcropping the poor ibex appeared at a loss, it crouched several times as if it were about to leap to the next ledge, but each time hesitated, and eventually decided against the jump. And immediately below the hut, scarcely meters below, lay the second ice fall.

The author takes us to a time when practically all America south of the US border was one varied but politically unified entity. It gives you an opportunity to rid your mind of the day-to-day worries of life. My pack, loaded heavily with water and food for the day, became a burden every step of the way.

And, with temperatures soaring again, it was not exactly a pleasant stroll. I nodded to the few that recognized me, and continued on my path. It must have taken me nearly five hours to squeeze through Col de Riedmatten and descend into the village of Arolla below.

I was able to view many ibex at a very close proximity, and later in the day even managed to pass within two meters of one.Early in I began planning for a long alpine hike that I had heard stories about.

It was modestly called The Hiker's Haute Route - as if there were no other trek in the world qualified to use the label "High Route." This route begins in the Mecca of mountaineering in Europe (or at least the mountaineering tourist capital): Chamonix, France. National Geographic Journeys & Affordable TravelDestinations: Africa, Asia, Australia, Central America, Caribbean, Europe, Middle East.

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