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  • A Few Mountains Accessible from Zermatt

    (by Allister Gerrard, August 2008)
    In August ’08, we spent an enjoyable few days venturing into the mountains towering above Zermatt. Here are a few notes, which might give you a few ideas if planning a trip there yourself.

    How to get there:

    • You can fly from Dublin to Milan, Zurich or Geneva, in 2008 anyway.
    • If flying to Milan Malpensa airport, you must transfer to the central station from the airport (approx. 50km, 40 mins) before catching the train to Zermatt, which is 237 km, approx. 3.5 hours, via Brig or Visp.
    • Zurich is 246 km to Zermatt, approx. 3-3.75 hours by train via Bern and Visp or 4 hours by car.

    We both flew to Geneva and caught a train direct from the airport to Zermatt via Visp. The train appeared a bit slow, however, on the up side it was very scenic, winding its way through valleys, alongside Lake Geneva with the sun beating down. We had to get off twice briefly to change trains en-route, again the short wait is very bearable, a chance to relax, stretch the legs and take in the views of the countryside; a welcome sight if just out of Dublin. The last train to Zermatt is a short trip, approx. 30 minute; the scenery on the way to Zermatt on the final train is stunning, as you travel deeper into the valley, the snowy peaks towering above, glaciated rivers thundering down the mountains. The train was very modern and even had windows on the ceiling so you can appreciate the views.

    Zermatt is a small town, which you can cross from one side to the other by foot in half an hour or so. Which is just as well, as cars are prohibited within 7 km of Zermatt, except authorised electric vehicles for deliveries only.

    For accommodation in Zermatt I can recommend ‘Hotel Bahnhof’ (contact details below) which is a clean, self-catering hotel, very competitive to all its neighbours. The hotel has dormitories and twin/double rooms among others. There is plenty of room for cooking in a spacious kitchen and dining area and the supermarket is nearby. It is owned and run by an alpine guide, wife and son. We had the pleasure of meeting father and son, as they both worked on reception, the son almost a fully qualified Alpine guide himself. Both were very helpful in advising us on the local Alpine routes, weather, and so on. Gerry Moss recommended this place to us and sure enough we found it excellent.


    The Matterhorn

    Our first day, to stretch the legs and help acclimitise, we took the cable car to Schwarzsee (2583m) and from there walked up to the Hörnli Hut at 3260m to stay the night. It is about a 2 hour walk up from the cable station, track all the way, fabulous views, some wire cables to hand on the steeper sections of track. The cable car was expensive, €56 return to Zermatt, but deals can be done for multi-trips or if you have the Swiss card (ask at the airport and see below for more info). In the Hörnli hut that night we were surrounded by a posse of serious climbers, having their ‘last supper’ before an early night and the 3-4am start up the Hörnli ridge of the Matterhorn the next day. That day some were returning between 10 and 12pm. However, the night before, several groups were falling in the door at 9 to 10pm at night and even then outside I could see the headtorches with groups still coming down at 10.30pm. High up on the mountain, it was bitter cold outside the hut, so god knows what it was like on the ridge itself, baltic I’d say. The two lads who arrived in late had missed their dinner and looked seriously trashed, after being out for maybe 18 hours plus, so we gave them our desert, all we had left; they were very appreciative. We chatted away with them about their experiences and they talked of their Irish friend and about all the climbs they had done together. An odd party often sleep in the Solvay hut, an emergency shelter at approx. 4000m or even bivi if darkness has fallen, when it just makes no sense to continue. From chatting with the different parties, it appears, during the summer months, the biggest problems seem to be the overcrowding on the mountain; the best times we were assured by alpine guides were May, early June, September or even October. Without a guide, route-finding is also difficult. The climbing is scrambling to V.Diff+ in sections, with fixed ropes on harder sections, but very long, sustained day, with lots of exposure. The following morning, we decided to climb a section of the Matterhorn, as it was our first day and we were only there to start acclimatising and to take in the views. However, after a lazy start to the morning at 10am we climbed up a few hundred feet of the Matterhorn. On the first section there are fixed ropes over diff/v.diff climbing, which we moved together on. The next section we moved out left before gaining more open ground, leading to the “Grampiturm”. After only the second section I realised how easy it was to get lost as we did go off route, when I was sure I was following what looked like the route. We could see parties above us coming down which showed the line we should have been on. We enjoyed the little adventure anyway and had other plans, so we descended.


    Allister on the lower slopes of the Hörnli ridge, Matterhorn

    We walked back down and jumped on the cable car to Schwarzsee and Furi stations before heading back up to Trockener Steg (2939m). From here a 30-minute walk up took us to our next hut for the night, the Gandegg Hut (3029m) (privately owned; tel: 0041-796078868), or alternatively one can walk the five hours from Zermatt to the Gandegg hut. The next day we walked back down to the cable station to get a cable car to the Klein Matterhorn station, the highest station in Europe (3817m) (tel: 0041-79660101). The other option is to walk up from the Gandegg, Theodul or Testa Griga huts (cable from Brevil, Cervinia, Italy side) to access the surrounding mountains of the Breithorn, Pollux, and Castor etc.

    From the Klein Matterhorn Station we walked up to the summit of the Breithorn (4164m), a PD- snow slope, 35 degrees, often icy, with routine crevasse and avalanche risks. That said it was more or less a snow plod, with a narrow ridge on the top. On the day it was breezy and high enough to slow the body down at altitude. It takes about 1.5 to 2 hours to reach the summit from the station. Unfortunately, the day we were up, it was clouded over, and so we saw nothing. Be prepared for large crowds in the summer, as it is one of the most accessible 4000m peaks in the Alps; however there is the comfort of having some people around too, which makes navigating easy in the clouds, as there are plenty of guided parties around.


    The Breithorn

    Incidentally, Zermatt guides charge €665 for the Matterhorn 1:1, €103 for Breithorn (4:1); Pollux or Castor €210.

    After climbing the Breithorn we dropped back down to Zermatt for a break after two nights in huts to re-charge and relax. The next day we wanted to attempt ‘Pollux’ or ‘Castor’ from the Klein Matterhorn but the weather forecast was for a storm. So we decided to walk from the Klein Matterhorn to the ‘Testa Grigia Hut’ (Tel: 00390166948369) (3451m), in Italy and stay overnight there so we could get an early start the next day without having to wait for a cable car from Zermatt, which starts at something like 7am.

    The following morning, I woke at 4am, having slept only for a few hours, during the stormy night, waking up to a flash of lightning outside the window, which had no curtains. I thought at one point that one of the ten others in the room had left their head torches on flash mode during the night. I was first down that morning all weary-eyed, followed shortly by an Alpine guide to check conditions and to see if the storm had passed. The guide was a bit hesitant; I got ready all the same, and then suddenly he was ready and out the door with his two clients. Snow had fallen during the night, tracks were gone, dark clouds still loomed above. Eventually at 5.45am, we set off from the hut in the direction of ‘Pollux’ and ‘Castor’. It took about one and a quarter hours to get to the Klein Matterhorn area. From the Klein Matterhorn to the base of Pollux took about two hours. Total height gain from Testa Grigia to the summit is about 1000m. The route from the Klein Matterhorn drops to a saddle (3796m) and then heads east towards the Breithorn, over the Breithorn pass (3824m), and along under the Breithorn’s southern flank, below the crevasse zones of the upper Ghiacciaio di Verra glacier and then below the rock island with Rosso Bivouac (3750m) on your left as you pass it. The Rosso Bivouac, although we did not visit, when viewed looks more like a hut high up on the rocky outcrop; passing this, one reaches the slope to Schwarztor. Some of the tracks enroute cross over narrow crevasses and onto narrower tracks with some steep ground to one side.


    Pollux and Castor

    The start of the route to climb Pollux (4091m) we took was at the base of a rocky ridge, The West South West Ridge Route; we were advised to take this route by the Alpine guide at the Hotel Bahnof (there is also the North West Ridge route or the South-East Ridge). These two routes were described in my guide book, however, the Alpine guide advised us against the South East ridge route from the ‘Zwillingsjoch’ as it had very loose rock and was not as interesting.


    Allister climbing on Mt. Pollux


    A view down the the West South West Ridge of Pollux

    The West South West Ridge was mixed climbing depending on the way you go up and down. We started climbing the ridge just left of the start of it. We stayed in crampons on the rock, moved together on the ridge, with some gear in between us enroute. We pitched one exposed V.Diff section before moving on again. After that we climbed up a short snow slope before meeting a vertical wall of rock, exposed on either side. Here there were a series of chains, lightly dusted with ice, to hold onto and clip into to help climb up the vertical rock wall with a bit more speed and safety, which has three chain sections to it. The guide book describes it as “the upper part has some steep pitches equipped with fixed ropes” and is reminiscent according to the guidebook of sections of the Hörnli Ridge, on the Matterhorn. The rock climbing ends on a shoulder where there is statue of the Virgin Mary. Thereafter a snowy ridge narrows onto an exposed narrow summit, not advisable to be on in strong winds. The summit views were thoroughly absorbing and fantastic (4091m).

     
    Aileen Moloney (left) and Allister (right) on the summit of Pollux.

    We descended the same ridge down, except we decided instead of climbing down the rocky ridge on the bottom half of the mountain, to descend the snowy slope/gully on one side of the rocky ridge; this was much faster. Had we gone up this snow slope (Scottish grade I/II) instead of staying on the ridge itself, we would have been quicker going up; however, we did not know that at the time as there as there was no one about and we had stuck to our plan and original route, which was probably more interesting anyway. After a brief chat with another group from New Zealand at the bottom of the ridge we headed back on our snow trail for the last cable car from the Klein Matterhorn station to Zermatt, where we intended to spend the night. Due to a long day and on the climb longer than expected, the early start, altitude etc., we were slower going back and marginally missed the last cable car and plan B was called for. So I rang the Testa Grigia Hut from my mobile and booked in again for the night. An hour later we arrived down at the hut just on time for dinner, tired, hungry but glad of a bed for the night and a beer or two. In the case of emergency, huts will not refuse a stranded climber high in the Alps, even if you arrive late and unexpectedly; however, you could end up sleeping on the floor.

    Thanks to Gerry Moss, Barry Watts, Declan Cunningham, Kevin Byrne, James Aitken and Tony Barry for the advice prior to going and giving us the ‘heads up’ prior to travelling, it’s these pieces of advice which can make the holiday a lot easier when you get there!


    Maps

    • LKS 1348 ZERMATT
    • LKS 5006 Matterhorn – Mischabel

    Other recommended routes in and around Zermatt

    • Castor (4228m), from Klein Matterhorn, PD, Snow or Ice to 35 deg, approx. 4 hours each way; 700m height gain; zigzag up the south west face, a snow plod.
    • Breithorn Central (4159m), Grade F+, Snow ascent, 35 deg. From Breithorn pass go north into a snow basin and steeply up to a col. Climb east along the snow ridge to Breithorn Central. Traverse from the East summit (PD+, III + pitches on central rocky East Ridge).
    • Alphubel (4206m), South-east ridge from west (easy except for often icy summit slope, 1550m ascent, 4-5 hours from Tasch hut at 2701m; Or from Saas valley side
    • Allalinhorn (4027m), South-west ridge; From Tasch hut in 3 hours, +500m, 2 hours, pitches of II.
    • Rimpfischorn (4199m), PD+, summit block there is exposed climbing, II+ , otherwise II and I. In couloir above Rimpfischsattel ice climbing up to 50 deg but up to that a long plod, with just 200m of climbing (I and II) to 4009m. From Blouherd station of the Zermatt/Unterrothorn railway involves about 80m descent and ascent (30 minutes) to reach the hut. Hut to summit is 1600m ascent (5-6 hours).

    The Saas-Fee/Saas Valley can also be an option and is within reasonable reach i.e. the next valley over, by train/bus from Zermatt. Weismeiss and the Lagginhorn from the Weismeiss Hut are possible options. The Strahlhorn and Allalinhorn from the Britannia Hut, as is the Rimpfischhorn and the Alphubel.

    Some gear can be hired in Zermatt if required, from shops such as Sports Zermatt or Anorak Sports; gear such as crampons, ice axe, boots, climbing shoes etc.

    If you are thinking of hiring an Alpine Guide (and if there are no Irish ones available first of course), telephone the Alpine Centre in Zermatt , Tel: 0041279662460.

    Other useful websites/contacts

    • Zermatt Tourist Office, tel: +41279668118
    • SBB Trains, tel: +41900300300 (or 0848030030)
      Note: There is no need to pre-reserve train seats from Geneva to Zermatt return. Perhaps consider purchasing a ‘Swiss Card’ over there, it may save you some money. A Swiss Card includes a free round trip from the airport or the Swiss border to your resort in Switzerland. You are entitled to receive a 50% discount when travelling by train, bus and boat throughout Switzerland during your stay. You need to buy regular tickets for each trip, but you will only pay half the price when you show your Swiss Card. Furthermore, you will receive a discount of 50% on many gondolas, funiculars and mountain trains.
    • Train Info: www.swissrail.ch www.sbb.ch www.cff.ch www.fahrplan.sbb.ch
    • Zermatt info
    • Hotel Bahnhof Tel: 0041-279672406. Catering for alpinists in Zermatt for over 100 years and is across road from the train station
    • Saas-Fee/Saas Valley Info
    • Hörnli Hut (Tel: 0041-279672769)
    • British Mountaineering Council for alpine and rock insurance
  • Strange Times

    (by Kevin Byrne, from IMC Newsletter Autumn 2003)
    The snow might be disappearing from the Alps, but that didn’t stop IMC members having a great 2003 alpine season.


    Strange Times indeed! For those lucky enough to have been there, last Winter gave some of the finest alpine skiing conditions in yonks. The majority of resorts had huge dumps of snow that lasted most of the season … though it did vary from area to area. “West was best; East had the least” if you’ll pardon the rhyme. We could be forgiven then for assuming the excellent winter conditions would lead to good summer snow and ice … with reassuring buildups, nevé on the faces, crevasses well covered – a welcome if temporary reprieve from the relentless decline in alpine glaciation that has been going on since Victorian times. Instead we’ve had the hottest, driest weather ever recorded right across Europe and the results have been little short of calamitous. Not just for climbing – agriculture, tourism, the health of the very old and the very young have all suffered severely. Power generation has been affected; productivity in business has fallen. The extreme heat has caused many deaths. Even the dear old Emerald Isle has had record land and sea temperatures, though not for very long of course.

    The concerns of mountaineers are trivial by comparison with those of people earning their living from activities affected by extremes of weather. Our presence is fleeting and purely for recreation…and the choice of venue, route or timing can easily be altered. We don’t (yet?) have to live with the ‘exceptional’ conditions that in reality now seem to be the norm. “Seem” because there are still a few die-hards hoping that all the extremes of weather we’ve witnessed in the last decade will be explicable within the parameters of normal cycles. Dream on.

    From June on when the Winter snows were quickly wiped from the steeper slopes in a flurry of avalanche activity, through July and August when temperatures rarely dropped to ‘normal’ levels, the popular alpine climbing venues served up some truly extraordinary conditions in the unprecedented rapid melt-down. No doubt there will be scientific analyses in due course and they may show a less extreme picture, but in the meantime the anecdotal evidence is almost unbelievable. Climbing Alpine 4,000’ers in T-shirts. The zero isotherm above 5,000 metres. North faces with no snow. The snow arête of the Frendo Spur in Chamonix melted. Guides refusing bookings for the standard routes on Mont Blanc from mid August on – effectively closing the routes. The Eiger’s White Spider gone. Yawning crevasses on all glaciers. Rockfalls of unprecedented ferocity on practically every route exposed to that danger. In contrast it is true the heat did give rise in some instances to excellent rockclimbing conditions where there is sound rock and no danger of rockfall. But that seems small compensation when the majority of climbers in the alps aspire to ascending at least some high level mixed routes.

    Despite the unprecedented conditions and added dangers, the good news is that the Club’s level of alpine activity this year was at an all-time high. In the four weeks mid July to mid August at least 20 members were climbing in the Alps. Two groups, centred on the Zermatt and Arolla valleys accounted for the bulk of this number. Hugh Sharkey, Kevin Hutchinson, Niamh McGreen, Declan Cunningham, Peter Brown and Rob Shortt were active in Zermatt while Moira Creedon, Barry Browne, Eileen Murphy, Robert Madden, Antoinette Gough, Elaine Mullan, Ian McHardy and Kevin Byrne were climbing from the neighbouring valley of Arolla. James Aitken also joined this latter group for part of the time having earlier been climbing elsewhere in the alps. Some, like Síle Daly, Alan Pope and John Duignan, made their own arrangements while others joined the MCI meet in Austria’s Stubai Alps. A good healthy development for the Club.


    Dent Blanche summit – Rob Madden


    Tête de Valpelline – Moira and Antoinette

    The Arolla trip was close to being a ‘normal’ club meet (question: what is ‘normal’ in relation to meets?) in that it was open to all-comers and everyone was not paired off and equipped with a list of objectives in advance. As with all meets, there was uncertainty right up to the end about the final number that would turn up. On reflection, unless the group is fairly large, having partnerships pretty much settled in advance and avoiding odd numbers probably allows for better exploitation of opportunities. That said, an alpine meet is something the Club should aspire to on an annual basis. The availability of first-hand accounts of routes from people you know and trust allows a more accurate assessment of whether a route is worthwhile or perhaps more importantly, whether you are up to it. Having so many participants certainly helped the Arolla contingent to organise very good accommodation in the Pension Lac Bleu where the owners (Mireille and Urbain Troukens) could not have been more friendly and helpful. This extended to keeping our dormitory accommodation for us while we were off in the hills – no charge if we were not there – and to loaning us a car for shopping and ferrying to the start of Hut walk-ins. Anyone thinking of a trip to Arolla could do a lot worse than stay at the Lac Bleu (which by the way has a bar attached … a minor detail!). Because it is located a few miles before Arolla village and away from the bigger centres of Les Haudères and Évolène a car would be very desirable. Otherwise the cost is not a lot more than camping … while the comfort level certainly is.


    Tête Blanche Summit

    Whatever about the structure, line-up and accommodation, it’s great to report that a veritable “gansy-load” of respectable peaks and routes were ascended by the Zermatt and Arolla groups, including the Zinal Rothorn, Thrifthorn, Rimpfischorn, Nadelhorn, Dent Blanche, L’Évêque, Pigne d’Arolla, Mont Blanc De Cheilon, Tête Blanche, Aiguille de la Tsa, Petit Dents de Veisivi etc etc. Rock routes, traverses – most options, with the possible exception of open face routes, were tackled. The conditions forced consideration of routes other than peak-bagging Voie-Normales but everyone seemed well satisfied with their personal tally. Some, like Antoinette Gough and Eileen Murphy, were experiencing their first Alpine season and tackling routes to AD level. Others like Rob Madden finally breached the 4,000m barrier having endured a week of poor conditions in June in Chamonix. Ian McHardy and Elaine Mullan sampled the esoteric pleasures of Italian Via Ferrata before joining the Arolla team. Meanwhile, Alan Pope and John Duignan, making individual arrangements, were fulfilling long-cherished ambitions to climb the Matterhorn and other ‘big-name’ hills. Alan, in the company of Calvin Torrans and some 90 other climbers, had the strange experience of being helicoptered off when a huge rockfall carried away part of the lower Hörnli Ridge route just as they were making their descent from the summit. Another direct effect of the exceptional heat.

    The only bad news in a season that threatened so much was the unfortunate fall taken by Hugh McAlinden when climbing on the Aiguille du Moine with Síle Daly. The accident followed an abseil rope getting stuck though the precise circumstances are not known. Hugh is still recovering from complicated fractures of his ankle/lower leg. We wish him a speedy recovery.

    A good season overall in the strange times we live in but undoubtedly one that will make all climbers pause to consider the attractiveness of the Alps for Summer climbing, particularly the classic mixed routes on the high mountains. ‘Experts’ are suggesting that about 40 metres of snow are now required to replace what disappeared in Summer 2003 and of course that presupposes we won’t get a repeat performance of the Great Melt.

  • Zermatt: A Climber’s Guide

    (by John Duignan, from IMC Newsletter Autumn 2003)
    "Some see Switzerland as a soulless if beautiful place. Visit Zermatt and this cliché fast evaporates. I can think of no better way to chill out and come to earth after a climbing trip."


    My companion sat glum the day’s car ride from Cervinia; we had planned on a traverse of the Matterhorn from the Italian side but found the route out of condition.

    After our climb from the Swiss side, we arrived in Zermatt and find a mid August festival in full swing. The serious Swiss could even smile and even laugh!

    Much to my rope-mate’s delight it was superb and an excuse for us to sneak to the front of the parade and get photos “for the children”! Groups in National Dress, Yodellers, old men proudly playing Alpenhorns passed by along with groups dressed as climbers of old and representing the local guide.

    Zermatt is proud of its climbing heritage. Off the main street, behind the Catholic Church was a climber graveyard. It is quiet with the pedestrian-only street sound muffled by the stream below, the large church above and a generous planting of mature trees. In the distance is the ever-changing face of the Matterhorn. Its most famous monuments commemorate the four who died on the first ascent of the Matterhorn and the Taugwalder guides, father and son.

    In keeping with how bitter the memory of the loss of his companion was, Whymper is not buried here but in Chamonix. It is a curious anomaly that his name alone of the first ascensionists is not commemorated in the graveyard. Here we see the family relationship of Hadow and Lord Douglas commemorated on a tombstone. Douglas’s body was never found and Reverend Hudson, a C of E. vicar was, later reburied elsewhere.

    There are three rows of gravestones. While most of the deaths were on the Matterhorn, all the surrounding peaks are well represented. The youthfulness of the fallen is striking with most graves of climbers in there twenties. National styles emerge with a Teutonic stark style contrasting with gushing eulogies on the English gravestones (in memory of Freda Current who passed into fuller life at dawn on the Matterhorn aged 24 years”). A rusty ice axe protrudes from the 19-year-old New Yorker’s headstone, which reminds us that he “chose to climb”.

    The buildings in the main street mainly date from the 1800s. Across the church, you can imagine Whymper and his party emerging from the Monte Rosa hotel as they set out on their ill-fated first ascent on the 13th July, 1865. Behind the hotel is the Alpine Museum, which will reward a visit. Its most famous exhibit is the rope that broke between the guide Taugwalder Senior and young Hadow, allowing four of the party plunge to their doom. The sash cord is barely six millimetres in thickness. Alongside this is a case with the pathetic remains found of the climbers. The shiny-soled leather boots of young Hadow contrast sharply with Lord Douglas’s nailed boots. A copy of the records of the official inquiry after the incident make interesting reading.

    Reading Whymper’s account of the climb in his “Scramble amongst the Alps”, one could believe that the Taugwalders’ incompetence was the cause of the mishap. The race to beat Carrel surely blinded experienced climbers such as Hudson and Whymper to the obvious deficiencies in their party’s equipment. We read that the commission of inquiry’s conclusion was that no one person was to blame and perhaps this is fairer.

    This gem of a Museum commemorates much more than the above and gives a tremendous insight into climbing in the region over the last centuries. It is manned by volunteers and their enthusiasm is touching.

    Some see Switzerland as a soulless if beautiful place. Visit Zermatt and this cliché fast evaporates. I can think of no better way to chill out and come to earth after a climbing trip.

    Leaving on the train that offer sole access to Zermatt, my friend’s broad grin reassures me that I was not alone in finding this detour worthwhile. We came to Zermatt by accident but look forward to coming back.

  • Zermatt: A Climber's Guide

    (by John Duignan, from IMC Newsletter Autumn 2003)
    "Some see Switzerland as a soulless if beautiful place. Visit Zermatt and this cliché fast evaporates. I can think of no better way to chill out and come to earth after a climbing trip."


    My companion sat glum the day’s car ride from Cervinia; we had planned on a traverse of the Matterhorn from the Italian side but found the route out of condition.

    After our climb from the Swiss side, we arrived in Zermatt and find a mid August festival in full swing. The serious Swiss could even smile and even laugh!

    Much to my rope-mate’s delight it was superb and an excuse for us to sneak to the front of the parade and get photos “for the children”! Groups in National Dress, Yodellers, old men proudly playing Alpenhorns passed by along with groups dressed as climbers of old and representing the local guide.

    Zermatt is proud of its climbing heritage. Off the main street, behind the Catholic Church was a climber graveyard. It is quiet with the pedestrian-only street sound muffled by the stream below, the large church above and a generous planting of mature trees. In the distance is the ever-changing face of the Matterhorn. Its most famous monuments commemorate the four who died on the first ascent of the Matterhorn and the Taugwalder guides, father and son.

    In keeping with how bitter the memory of the loss of his companion was, Whymper is not buried here but in Chamonix. It is a curious anomaly that his name alone of the first ascensionists is not commemorated in the graveyard. Here we see the family relationship of Hadow and Lord Douglas commemorated on a tombstone. Douglas’s body was never found and Reverend Hudson, a C of E. vicar was, later reburied elsewhere.

    There are three rows of gravestones. While most of the deaths were on the Matterhorn, all the surrounding peaks are well represented. The youthfulness of the fallen is striking with most graves of climbers in there twenties. National styles emerge with a Teutonic stark style contrasting with gushing eulogies on the English gravestones (in memory of Freda Current who passed into fuller life at dawn on the Matterhorn aged 24 years”). A rusty ice axe protrudes from the 19-year-old New Yorker’s headstone, which reminds us that he “chose to climb”.

    The buildings in the main street mainly date from the 1800s. Across the church, you can imagine Whymper and his party emerging from the Monte Rosa hotel as they set out on their ill-fated first ascent on the 13th July, 1865. Behind the hotel is the Alpine Museum, which will reward a visit. Its most famous exhibit is the rope that broke between the guide Taugwalder Senior and young Hadow, allowing four of the party plunge to their doom. The sash cord is barely six millimetres in thickness. Alongside this is a case with the pathetic remains found of the climbers. The shiny-soled leather boots of young Hadow contrast sharply with Lord Douglas’s nailed boots. A copy of the records of the official inquiry after the incident make interesting reading.

    Reading Whymper’s account of the climb in his “Scramble amongst the Alps”, one could believe that the Taugwalders’ incompetence was the cause of the mishap. The race to beat Carrel surely blinded experienced climbers such as Hudson and Whymper to the obvious deficiencies in their party’s equipment. We read that the commission of inquiry’s conclusion was that no one person was to blame and perhaps this is fairer.

    This gem of a Museum commemorates much more than the above and gives a tremendous insight into climbing in the region over the last centuries. It is manned by volunteers and their enthusiasm is touching.

    Some see Switzerland as a soulless if beautiful place. Visit Zermatt and this cliché fast evaporates. I can think of no better way to chill out and come to earth after a climbing trip.

    Leaving on the train that offer sole access to Zermatt, my friend’s broad grin reassures me that I was not alone in finding this detour worthwhile. We came to Zermatt by accident but look forward to coming back.

  • Alpine Accident

    (by Seán Rothery, from Irish Mountaineering 1968)
    Rockfall and rescue.


    “This is my life,” said Pat – nobody disagreed. I was washing my socks – for medical reasons – not hygienic since a sharp stone had ripped a lump from my right calf. Peter was asleep, Doc was arguing and Dick was keeping an eye on the German birds and planning ahead. There was no doubt about it – it really was the good life – the clean sharp air at 7,000 ft. the satisfaction after yesterday’s epic traverse of the Leiterspitze in twice the guide book time and a nice reasonable route for tomorrow on the Alphubel and then on to the Matterhorn.

    That night Dick beat Pat to it and had his sleeping bag like a flash over to the other side of the Matratzen lager where the dollies dossed – much good it did him ! Three hours later we were up – there was grim satisfaction in sticking your crampons into some one else but breakfast civilised us and we were rattling off in the darkness up the track. The start of the Rotgrat was easy – it was first light and we were moving at great speed unroped right up to the top of the rib. The snow shoulder swooped up above – grey and cold. I was slow fixing my crampons and Doc and I moved up the snow on the last rope.

    We started on the rock tower. It was eight o’clock in the morning – cold and still – when it happened ! A flurry of frenzied shouts and the great black mass of rock came thundering down on me. A terrible blow tore me from my holds, the world turned upside down and I was falling clear with the rocks! The rope jerked tight–Oh, God–Doc had held me! I spun around in the gully, my right hand burned into the rope–my left leg was turned around and hanging by the muscles. I scrambled in a panic across the gully as more rocks came down – the others screamed up at Eddie, who had started the fall, to stay still. I found a belay spike up on the wall of the gully and hauled myself up to it. I wound a spare coil of rope around and then gave way to the waves of pain sweeping over me. They will never get me out of here I thought and I didn’t think I could stand the pain much longer. I hung from the belay and tried to pull my leg up to a foothold to ease the pain. This worked for a while and I was able-to tell the others about my state. Dick took charge and raced away up the tower with Pat to descend by the easier normal route for rescue. Doc belayed Peter to let him down to me.

    He tried to splint the leg with his axe but it was impossible in the situation and I couldn’t stand the pain of manipulating the leg. He cut a series of ice steps up and across the gully. We had to get out of there before the sun got around or we would all be smashed by stone falls. He faced the slope and I put my arms around his neck and we started. This was the worst experience I could imagine. My leg kept tangling up and Peter was exhausted with my weight. He cut a couple of handholds for my hands and with me pulling and Peter lifting me, he got me onto the platform.

    Shock descended in waves on me then – great shuddering spasms. They adjusted my leg to stretch it out despite my howls of agony but when they covered me up I settled down and the shock waves died out. I was more frightened of my back where the big rock had hit me tearing my axe out of its straps. I endured this sharp burning pain for a while until I got the courage to reach around under me to find that a nut on the sling was biting into my skin – the relief almost brought me back to normal.

    The long afternoon wore on with no sign of rescue – the black clouds over Monte Rosa growing bigger every minute worried hell out of me but the others tactfully didn’t mention them. Then Peter shouted “Look at the light on the hut flashing.” They lifted me up to see and there away down below the glacier was a red light flashing. Hope came flooding back to me and I felt renewed. Days later in hospital the boys told me that the “light of hope” was the square red Swiss flag flapping in the breeze beside the Tasch hut.

    Eight hours passed and now the boys were silent. What had happened to Dick and Pat ? My mind was far away now and I was in a sort of delirium. Somebody shouted “There it is”! The helicopter rose and spiralled up away across the valley then its ugly clattering roar enveloped us and it was hanging there a hundred feet out from the face with the door open and helmeted figures were sizing up the situation.

    There was no hope of getting a line to us from that position as the face was too steep. Down went the machine and it hovered over the snow shoulder. Out jumped two men to land waist deep in the soft snow. They climbed rapidly up to us and we were relieved to find that Dick was one, the other a guide from Zermatt. Dick’s first concern was to do a really good splinting job on me as since the femur was smashed I had to be completely immobilised. He used three ice axes and a couple of hundred feet of nylon cut into loops and in the process stopped the guide tying an ordinary knot in the nylon tape sling which was to connect me to the helicopter line.

    Meanwhile a line was being rigged up across the gully and up to a larger platform which jutted out from the face.

    They lifted me up and clipped me to the ropeway. I was scared stiff and the pain was bad again. I hauled hand over hand, the others pulling me. Near the top the rope jammed and my stomach turned hanging there above the gully. Two others rushed up and hauled me onto the ledge. In the process, the guide, who refused to be belayed when all this was going on, slipped on the ice and came off. He managed to grab a spare rope to save himself from shooting down the gully.

    I heard the clattering roar of engines again overhead but again the helicopter swooped away. I heard the guide muttering that it was too dangerous, the rotors could crash against the face. I really felt black despair. The others were not discouraged – they dragged me and hauled me right out to the very edge of the ledge and waited for the chopper to come back. In it came again and then I saw the rope and snaplink come sailing in. They reached for it, grabbed it with frantic fingers and clipped it onto my rope cradle.

    There was a ferocious jerk, an ear splitting howl of engines and I was lifted right off the mountain – out into the void. The figures of the others dwindled until they vanished into the face of the mountain. Then I saw the immensity of the glacier below and the thousands of feet of space around my sailing legs. I shut my eyes tight and gripped the rope until my knuckles were white.

    For five minutes I hung there with my eyes closed until I plucked up courage to look up at the helicopter. The door was open and the co- pilot was leaning right out, looking down at me. He grinned and waved and suddenly I felt I was on the way back.

    After what seemed like hours, a dream like flight at the end of a slender line, floating over dark ridges and white snowfields, green alps and forests appeared below and I was suddenly suspended over a group of climbers outside the Tasch hut. Willing hands lowered me to the ground, Pat appeared and brought me water and I was then lifted into the cabin and laid flat on the floor.

    The clattering roar began again and the second leg of a long journey was under way. Down to Zermatt, the first operating theatre of many and the months of hospital before I could walk again.

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