An Autumn day in Chamonix

I woke up early and felt the cold nibbling my toes. Gone are the warm Summer mornings. The sun's rays can't climb over Chamonix's giant aiguilles until midday these days. The valley lies in wait. It's the weekend and I'm going on a small solo adventure. After a fuel filled breakfast and a quick confirmation of today's … Continue reading An Autumn day in Chamonix