Tuesday the 18th was a lazy day. The weather was dreary, and the bodies were equally. We sat on the porch and watched the rain come down. A terrible day in Chamonix is still a beautiful day--beautful, relaxing; one in the same.
After heading out into the rain for a run with Rickeyand Nora, Nora didnt seem to keen on drudging up a mountain in the pissing rain. We ran up a mountain (at the base o Chamonix, keep in mind!) where, eight feet in front of you, the trail was at eye height. What is that, 25%-30%? Whatever it is, damn steep! In a a few minutes up the mountain, the view of Chamonix was birdseye! Rickey ended up doing a 2 hour 45 min run above tree line and back. That is like hell and back, but the other direction.
The hightlight of the day was the dinner. We met a brit named Pete and combined food to make a fabulous meal of pasta with multi-veggie sauce. The French wines were aflowing as well.
We talked, drank, ate chocolat with liquor of genepi, star gazed and made some great friends.
That consists of a lazy day in Chamonix. Wait until you hear about the eventful day!
P.S. That is a Cuban cigar in mi mano. I didn´t inhale!