Chamonix

On our way home we stayed the night in Chamonix. It was fun to see the place in the height of its winter glory. The town was teaming with snow enthusiasts, mostly men who seek out high-adrenaline adventure. We slipped in and out of shops, ate quiche from our favorite bakery in Europe (so far) and marveled at the beauty of the place. We stayed with an older couple we met on our last stay who rent out two rooms in their very Swiss chalet. They are so accommodating and hospitable that we looked forward to seeing them again this time. We woke up to 6-inches of snow and steady, gentle snowflakes still falling. The whole earth seemed quiet as it usually does with fresh snow. Our route through the mountains would be slow with all the snow, and, since we hadn’t seen Eastern France yet, we changed course and decided to take a longer way home. Getting out of town was tricky. The chalet is at the bottom of a hill next to a little inn. Cars were sliding around all morning and having little success getting out. People were all helping each other push the cars up the hill, and that was only rarely successful. Chains were put on the cars of those who had them. We had been stuck on this hill before in much better conditions and there was no way we were going to get up it with so much snow. One of the girls suggested a prayer for help, we prayed, and Geoff drove up the hill without a problem! The first of many small miracles we experienced on this trip.

Chamonix on a clear day is unbeatable

Tennie in front of the little chalet we stayed in