48 Hours Off the Radar (Kind of)

Some weekends are all about chasing a summit, a split time, or a personal best.

And then there are the weekends when the only plan is to be outside, breathe some fresh air, and disappear from everyday life for a little while.

With Lisa and Zoa, we leave Ovronnaz at an easy pace—first stop: Lac Supérieur de Fully.
We've been here before. Well… "been" might be stretching it. Last time, the fog had decided to keep the whole place to itself. So arriving under blue skies felt like discovering a brand-new spot.

A picnic and a swim? Non-negotiable.

After a break that somehow lasts a little longer than planned (as they always do), we continue up the trail towards Cabane du Demècre.


That's what we love about mountain huts. Nobody's in a rush. Time stretches out, and for a while, the outside world simply stops existing.
Towards the end of the day, we decide to climb a few hundred extra metres to catch the sunset.

Excellent decision.

Mont Blanc. Monte Rosa. The Rhône Valley. Leman Lake shimmering in the distance...
At some point, you stop trying to choose where to look.
You just sit down and let the mountains do the rest.


The next morning, the alarm goes off before the sun.

Headlamps light the trail, the stars are still overhead, and the mountains are perfectly quiet. Little by little, the first colours begin to paint the peaks.

Watching a mountain wake up never gets old.

(Even if your heart rate would have happily stayed tucked under a warm duvet.)

Next stop: Dent de Morcles.

We keep climbing at our own pace. A group of ibex watches us from above, looking mildly amused, as if to remind us that these steep slopes are just another morning stroll for them.

We're only a little bit jealous.

A little later, we reach the summit.

Sit. Look. Breathe.

We watch other hikers arrive, pause in silence with the same smile we probably had, then continue on their way.

Because, in the end, there was nothing extraordinary about these two days.

No records. No performance. No boxes to tick.
Just 48 hours to slow down, breathe deeply, and remember how good it feels just to be in the mountains.

Sometimes, that's more than enough.