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Supposedly there's a lot to see up here—someone said you can see all the way to Mont Blanc in France—but all we saw were clouds. The rather muddled image is a multi-shot stitch, taken while at the saddle, facing south along the mountain ridge. To the right is west, the way we came up; and to the left is east, where we were headed. It's the opposite of the map below.
The weather turned, clouds moved in and it began to rain, so we got some use out of the rain gear we'd packed.
By the time we got off the funicular it was eleven am. We soon found our trail and started hiking. Another day, another mountain pass, and on this day it was called Meidpass.
We took the funicular part of the way up the mountain. It's a short trip, about 1.25 km, but it brought us 500 m closer to the mountain pass we had to cross.
We changed busses in Vissoie then got off in St. Luc where we went looking for a funicular.
In the morning we left Grimentz. We took a bus traveling north. Unsurprisingly, the bus was comfortable and the driver navigated the switchbacks—flower-bedecked no less—with aplomb.
Grimentz is a postcard town, flowing down a hillside. After checking in at Hotel Alpina we ditched our packs then explored the town.
After enjoying this view of the Moiry valley from the top of the Lac de Moiry dam, we hiked down to the base of the dam then caught a bus to Grimentz.
After hiking around the smaller lake we headed for the larger one, Lac de Moiry. The lake really is that colour.
If you remember, we saw two lakes from the col. Well, this is me looking at the first, the smaller of the two, Lac des Autannes.
After lunch at the col, after a soak in the view, we headed down, towards the two lakes.
After a little over three hours of hiking we arrived at the Col de Torrent. As you can see, we weren't alone, we shared the spot with another couple and their dog. The view featured two lakes, the nearby Lac des Autannes as well as the turquoise Lac de Moiry in the distance.
We'd been hiking all morning. Somewhere up there is the Col de Torrent, a mountain pass. Paul was ahead of me, though not much higher up; you can see him in the lower right of the photo.
The bus dropped us seemingly in the middle of nowhere though we were actually at our trailhead. And from this point on we were down to two; Emily and Gingie skipped the remainder of the hike. They rendezvoused with us a couple more times then went on to Zermatt.
