A WOMAN’S CLIMBS 
little in the knees, from 
the long descent, and 
at 6 the next morning 
we were off for Zer- 
matt, I to pack up and 
leave that day. 
CHAMONIX 
I had thought the 
Zermatt climbs difficult 
and exhilarating. Ex- 
ercise I had certainly 
ihad= | larder peaks, 
steeper and far worse 
snow, and even worse 
weather were to give 
me much more thrilling 
experiences the next 
season at Chamonix, 
France. I] wanted to 
climb the famous 
“Aiguilles,’? or rock 
needles, of the chain 
of Mont Blanc, but my 
arrival on the 20th of 
July, 1910, found the 
winter’s snow still 
deeper and further 
down on the mountains 
than it had been at 
Zermatt. Few climb- 
ers had ventured to: 
come, and some had 
gone away in dismay 
at the conditions. In- 
stead of improving, 
they grew continually 
worse, for there were 
even fewer clear days 
than there had been at 
Zermatt. 
In three and a half weeks I was able 
to make only seven ascents and only four 
first-class ones—Mt. Blanc, the Dent du 
Géant, the Aiguille des Grands Charmoz, 
and the Dent du Requin. ‘To these four 
must I confine myself. Throughout my 
stay, the two hardest ascents at Cha- 
monix, those of the Aiguille du Petit Dru 
and the Aiguille de Grépon, continued to 
‘be quite out of the question. 
Warned by the previous year’s fre- 
This is from the shoulder of the Requin opposite. 
IN; THE HIGH ALPS 
THE DENT DU GEANT FROM ACROSS THE GLACIER DU GEANT, 
4,000 FEET BELOW ITS SUMMIT 
Photo by 
Dora Keen 
quent storms, on the day after my ar- 
rival I started at once> for a climb high 
enough to make me a little stiff, as it did, 
being ihe first one, but neither very high 
nor very hard. We had chosen La 
Gliére (9,353 feet, 514 hours), one of 
the Aiguilles Rouges, on the other side 
of the valley from Mont Blanc, for this 
first practice climb. Usually bare of 
snow at this season, this year it afforded 
practice on snow and rocks alike. 
