After enjoying some delicious coffee and soaking up some much needed sunshine, everyone loaded up into the cars and headed to Col de Porte (pretty much the base of Chamechaude) for a morning hike. I tried to sneak into one of the cars, but British guy caught me and forcibly put me on my bike and made me cycle the 5 kilometers up to Col de Porte.
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Because I was still kind of sleepy and stiff from not being able to move all night, I let him beat me to the top.
The hike was absolutely beautiful. Except for when we got to the top and I realized how high we were and looked over the drop off and remembered that I'm actually kind of scared of heights. So I made a spectacle of myself using a cable (no pictures of that unfortunately) to ascend the last few meters to the top. My hands were sweaty and I was certain that I was going to fall to my death. Fortunately, I didn't. I should note that Chamechaude is highly accessible and there were plenty of people up there who were about 3 times my age and half my fitness level and they were scrambling around like mountain goats.
We hung out at the top for a bit, had lunch and just enjoyed the view. Then comes the exciting part. We decided to head down via an alternate route. However none of us really knew the best route down from the other side so we explored a series of small trails traversing alongside the mountain until we came to what appeared to be a dead end. With a cliff below us and a drop off in front of us, the best way down didn't seem immediately clear. After some deliberation we split up. I followed British guy back up the mountain a little ways. And when I say follow, I mean that I basically crawled back up the mountain after him while he jumped around like a chamoix. But in the end, British guy was right (he usually is, but I don't like to admit it very frequently) and his way back was the fastest. We ascended for a few minutes and then found a trail that led us back to the main trail. We ran down the rest of the way. Again I let British guy beat me. It's good for his self-esteem. Also he can then take super awesome pictures of me while I'm running down. Like this one:
And...here is the campground we stayed at.