OK, so the next bit was a bit of a booboo - we mistook the weather forecast in western Switzerland as being good for a couple of days. Keen to tick off a couple of routes at the top of the Klein Matterhorn lift in Zermatt we set off through northern Italy and over yet more alpine passes back to Switzerland. In actual fact the French, Swiss, Austrian and most of the Italian Alps had a chance stormy weather. As we approached Sion the inevitable happened. Thankfully a quick check showed that the Aosta Valley was clear so we hot footed it there over the St-Bernard Pass (the tunnel is €75 for a van). The huts on Gran Paradiso were full on the night of our planned attempt, which was an opportunity of sorts: this is the only circumstance in which you can camp or bivvy in the Parco Nazionale Gran Paradiso... bring on another chilly night under the tarp half way up an alp!
The day started colder than expected, but after coffee and porridge the overnight gear was stashed before the first headtorches appeared. We met the first party from the Chabod Hut on the path, and walked with them to the glacier under torchlight. This year the glaciers have been pretty open and there has been talk from guides about avoiding some routes. This was evident for us with some pretty awkward crevasses to cross and circumvent as we climbed, but there were no major difficulties underfoot.
The weather had other ideas - the temperature dropped quite markedly and the wind gradually built, with the odd flurry of snow. It’s at times like this that the tourist industry surrounding these routes becomes most obvious. Approximately 200m from the top we were in weather and visibility that was at best poor. Some of the clients with the guides had clearly little or no experience with their kit and were suffering. To continue in the snake to the rocky top would have been easy, but had we lost them the navigation would have become exceptionally challenging. Paid to do so, the guides we were around in the line pressed on, but remarking how rubbish it was and how this was a day they wished they could be at home (especially the one with hot aches!).
We decided to call it quits - this was not a day to be at 4000m unless someone was paying you a substantial sum to do so. Sitting in the Chabod Hut drinking coffee and hot chocolate neither of us regretted our decision as we watched the clouds and wind pummel the summit. And so we happily trotted down yet another alpine path back to the valley floor and our now beloved van for another long drive.