A journey requiring not a spec of physical exertion, today you climbed Mont Blanc, to the tippy top, via cable cars, an elevator and stairs. Just before descend, you may have had a brief bout of hypoxia. Let us further review your day.
Your first cable car left from the Chamonix station, at the foot hills of Mont Blanc. You became alarmed when one of your traveling companions, Dean Chris Silver, a noted academic, piped up that he sometimes feels the uncontrollable urge to “jump” from high places, which was exactly where you were headed.
Once inside the station, a giant sign warned you that your trip might be impacted by high winds. You wondered if this ascension might be the one with no return. Having dealt with your fair share of wind during your 36 years of lawyering, you discounted the risk and opted to proceed.
You piled into the cable car with a throng of similar situated thrill-seekers. As you were smashed into car, you experienced unwanted cable car intimacy: you were close, way too close. You quickly noticed that numbers of ascendees were wearing covid masks, even the Professor Silver, the potential jumper. You are not. You wondered if declining decision-making skills have brought you to this place. Too late to mask up, too late to turn back. You proceeded.
You arrived at midway station, and followed signs to another cable car to Auguille du Midi (Needle of mid day), you understood to be the tippy top, where you would be standing at 12,605 ft. You continued. The second car was far steeper than, but quicker, than the first car.
You arrived, but you were not quite there. After walking through a small tunnel carved into the mountain, you caught an elevator to the top, and you see….
You were awestruck by the scenery, and most importantly thankful to have been afforded the opportunity see it.
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