Tour Du Mont Blanc

During the summer months of 2018, I split my time giving historical tours of Harvard and studying naked Juglandacae buds in Ned Friedmann's lab at the Arnold Arboretum. The summer was one big, slow rolling, bead of sweat. Between asking people from all over the world why they chose to visit Harvard and rows of hickory saplings, I grew impossibly restless. On one of those, 80-degree, 90% relative humidity days at the Weld Hill field station, with stratocumulus dragging along above and the steady monotone of my photometer inching along the row, I hatched a plan.

A couple days of research and a quick hop to Geneva later, I was heading southbound on A40 to Chamonix, France where I'd begin the solo, 105-mile Tour du Mont Blanc. Craning from the second row of the passenger van, I saw my first glacier on the Dent Blanche.

I'd see many more in the next 9 days.