So a couple of hours before the Hut evening meal, a small blue patch appears and for the first time since we arrived, we can see the mountains around us. Tall severe crumbly crags for the most part, leading to upper desolate plateaux. We take the gear and walk around the lonely cirque, full of stones that have fallen.
Jim on the path to the foot of the Via Ferrata
A rare glimpse of the Vallon hut as the mist briefly clears
The stony path leading beneath the loose cliffs of the cirque on the approach to the Via Ferrata