Today we went to 3,800 metres to the top of the Aiguille Du Midi. Up there the air was noticeably thinner and the temperature below freezing. I was quite glad I’d decided to take my padded jacket and gloves. The people making their way across the glacier towards Italy seemed quite small.
How did we manage this feat of mountaineering in such a seemingly simple manner? Well it’s all thanks to some very crazy people in the 50s who decided it’d be great to build a cable car run to the summit. Yes, for the small sum of €38 you and your granny can catch a cable car to 3,000m - a height where full on cold weather clothing, crevasse rescue gear and a pretty damn good overall fitness level is usually the minimum requirement for not becoming dead.
Yeah the cable car takes the piss and makes dangerous scenery seem safe and just like a cold winter’s day, but it’s also nice to take a short cut occasionally and go somewhere that ordinarily you’d not be able to visit.
The people who built the cable car originally were utterly insane. There’s a gallery showing how it was built. We went up in an enclosed metal box secured to a very thick and sturdy steel cable. The original builders first had to get the cable to the top by dragging it, and then they simply climbed up it, or rode little open-air carts that were nothing more than a wheel bolted to a plank of wood.
Below you should be able to see the readouts from my GPS. It went somewhat nuts when first powered on, suddenly being transported 3km into the sky must mess with its calculations slightly. I also didn’t go for a walk across the tops of the mountains like it shows. Just look at the maximum height, that’s the only interesting part.
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