Red Yeti Videocast #2: Kit For Camping And Photography In The Alps


This video follows on directly from the last and was, once again, very well filmed by LB.

It deals with the extra kit we carried for camping, the custom-made camera harness that I attached to the GoLite Pinnacle pack I carried (the pack was excellent!) as well as the charging solutions we came up with for the phones, the iPod Nanos and the cameras.

The iPod Nanos, loaded up with audiobooks, were absolutely life-saving when stuck in a refuge with an injury for three days and when getting in to huts early for short days thereafter. But we also listened to them each night before we dropped off to sleep. For about 50 grams each they became almost indispensable to our enjoyment of the trip. We combined the charger for the iPods and the phones, which we would be taking regardless, by taking a mains USB charger so there was no extra weight penalty there.

It beat the heck out of carrying real books. Not only that, you can listen to them in the dark in a dorm room and they’re not loud enough to disturb others.

At the point we made this video the USB phone charger lead was still working. By incredible luck, it broke when we were in the only town on the route where we stood any chance of replacing it.

Even more luckily, when we bought the new one we found that they also sold a mains to USB charger with two outlets instead of just one. That made life much easier. No longer did I have to choose which most needed charging from four items (both phones and both iPods), now it was just between which phone and which iPod.

As Lighthiker noted you need to check that whatever you’re using as a charger has the power to charge a completely flat device. For instance, the USB to Nokia charger lead isn’t just a wire, it’s actually a step-up transformer to give the normal USB output the extra guts it needs to charge a dead phone.

As per the last video, I planned to put links on this posting to the kit I mention but I’m getting rather tight for time. Besides anything in here should turn up in Google – but if you want to know more,  just leave a comment and ask!

The video is broken into three parts (due to YouTube upload restrictions).


(The pot cosy lid replacement mentioned in part two above worked fine!)

Red Yeti Videocast #1: Kit For Hut-To-Hut In The Alps


This is a bit of a departure eh?

Whilst we were in the Alps we got talking to many people that wanted to know how we were carrying less weight when camping and lugging photographic kit about than they were when just going hut-to-hut (that is, staying in accommodation, so not carrying a tent).

I’ve already got plenty of blurb on this blog about the hut-to-hut kit I carry from the postings on the Walker’s Haute Route.

But a few things have changed of course, and not everyone likes reading through the postings.

So whilst we were stuck in the same place for three days with a leg injury I thought I’d record a video, running through what I carry.

LB did an absolutely first-rate job or recording it (especially considering she’s never really shot any video of any description before!).

It was only done on a little Canon IXUS 980 IS but I think it’s come out quite well apart from a tiny bit of wind noise at a couple of points.

I”m not sure how many of these I’ll do but there is one more to come, which was shot immediately after this and shows the extra kit needed to go from hut-to-hut up to camping as well as the photographic kit and chargers.

I planned to put links on this posting to the kit but to be honest I’m getting rather tight for time. Besides anything in here should turn up in Google, but if you can’t find something or want to know more – just leave a comment!

The video is split into two parts due to YouTube upload restrictions.

GR5: And We’re Back…


We’re back, and this time we have less photos than we might expect as we were more careful to delete some of the duds as we went. But there are still over 1600 RAW images of mine and 900 JPEGs of LB’s to sort through.

As I did with Iceland, I’ve written up a few memories that really stood out along the way.

Many people have asked us such things as “What was the nicest place?”, “The most spectacular?”, “The best XYZ?” to which we’ve not been able to give a straight answer. There was hardly a “best” anything. So many beautiful and spectacular places and so much excellent French food!

In fact we wondered aloud if we would ever become jaded by by breasting yet another col to find yet another vista of spectacular peaks that we were about to walk through.

Well, when we breasted a col to see larch trees clinging to slopes made fiery red by bilberry in autumn garb, below freshly snow-capped peaks that towered into deep blue skies, we knew that even after six weeks we were still a long, long way from being jaded.

I recorded a lot of these memories as I thought of them, as audio-snippets into my phone. I’d highly recommend it.

I’d also highly recommend keeping your phone in an Ortlieb A6 Document Wallet as they are utterly bombproof waterproofing but importantly they also completely cut out the wind-noise that can otherwise make any recording or phone conversation utterly unintelligible. Which might be life-saving in an emergency.

I also recorded an audio diary though with no intention of publishing it. We are both slowly ploughing through transcribing it. I did plan to have it transcribed by a service I’ve used before but at 250 minutes it would be quite expensive!

Besides, I’d have to heavily edit it and we find that listening to it evokes memories so that a six minute file might take thirty or forty minutes to write-up.

I may then publish it. Though even our parents probably don’t want to read all that!

On the other hand it was the Towner’s account of an Iceland trip that inspired us to go there and next year’s big walk might well be the GR20 that Peewiglet’s excellent write up has partly encouraged us to do. So who knows, someone might like it…

So, here are some memories of the GR5, GR55 and GR52 from Geneva to Menton that we walked for seven weeks, the first two weeks with three friends, Rachel, Rob and Kev:

Rachel not getting any blisters.

“Kev’s scramble” he found on the way up to the Col du Bonhomme.

Rob swapping from big leather boots to New Balance trainers in Les Houches (the boots finally gave-up!).

Walking in mountains so hot that even the soft soles of the Terrocs were able to leave impressions in the tarmac that we occasionally crossed.

Coffee and the first of many tarte aux myrtilles (blueberry tart) in La Chapelle d’Abondance.

The official translation into English of the French weather forecast containing the phrase “persistent scorching heat“. They weren’t kidding.

The meal (banquet!) that included seven cheeses made from their own cows and sheep at the Refuge de Trébentaz (above La Chapelle d’Abondance).

Climbing up to the Col de Brévent in sun so hot that we started referring to it as “The Death Ray” and suddenly being faced with the astonishing glaciers and peaks on and around Mont Blanc (we are pictured there at the top of this posting).

Being at the Refuge du Col de la Croix du Bonhomme with the Big Walk Crew after I’d talked about the place so much.

Only ever losing one item; my Sport Eyz sunglasses. Which I then swapped for Kev’s pair… and he then found my pair as the Big Walk Crew back-tracked for a day to fly home.

Eating the best spaghetti carbonara I’ve ever had, followed by pear in hot chocolate sauce at the Refuge de Presset. Which is so remote even the water is flown in at the start of the season.

Staying for three days whilst a leg injury healed in the excellent Refuge la Balme and being cheered up by the excellent “Chartreuse Guys“; Antoine, Giles and Matthieu.

Holding my leg in the freezing output from a pipe stuck into the stream for five minutes in every twenty for three days, outside the Refuge La Balme. (This caused great concern with many, many people who thought I should keep it warm. Apart from the two French Physiotherapists who recognised the value of repeated vasoconstriction/vasodilation in pumping metabolites out of my calf muscle and getting it to heal quickly).

Having lunch with Bernard the La Balme’s owner and his friend Bruno the shepherd.

Realising that after a couple of weeks of walking, a twenty five kilometre day with sixteen hundred metres of ascent was about right for an easy bimble.

Finding all other accommodation full and ending up at an amazing Chambre et Table d’Hôte at Maison Coutin with Claude and Franck.

Having a pair of absolutely huge Bearded Vultures land by what must have been a carcass less than a hundred metres from us before taking off and crying at us to warn us away (there are only three pairs in the Vanoise National Park).

Arriving to find the refuge had burned down! (In Les Prioux, Refuge le Repoju – expects to re-open Spring 2010!). Luckily there was another, rather expensive but very nice refuge, only three kilometres further, the Refuge du Roc de la Pêche.

Having a stoat check us out to see if it was safe to return to a kill it had dropped in the road just in front of us.

Meeting our first pair of patous (guard dogs for the sheep) and having one of them do a “Lassie” and approach us whining and looking for affection! It thrust its head under our hands and leant against us – we talked to it and blinked our eyes. Nothing more! They are best left alone. It was happy and led us into the flock.

Deciding that 12:30 was far too early to reach the gîte and pushing on another 16K to make our first 30K day.

Being fed a slap-up dinner in Bramans as guests of Renée and Albert when we couldn’t find anywhere else to eat, thanks to Herman the Belgian PCT Thru-hiker.

Having the USB phone charger break on the morning we stayed for a rest day in Briançon (the old town is gorgeous),  the only town on the whole route where we could have replaced it.

Getting tips on photography and where to get good quiche from Duncan MacArthur.

Doing a “Lightweight Gear Show And Tell” at a high camp with and Antoine and Herman.

Gérard, the owner of the Refuge Maljasset producing a bottle of red wine in celebration of having us there on our honeymoon.

Hearing what sounded like a hang-glider passing right over us and looking up to see an enormous Griffon Vulture passing overhead. It must have had a wingspan of around three metres (nine feet).

Smelling and then seeing, in that order, the first wild Lavender on the route, above St Dalmas le Selvage.

Deciding to stop in the perfect Alpine village; St Dalmas le Selvage. Not because we needed a rest day but simply because we wanted to stay in such a beautiful place.

The home-made tarte aux myrtilles at the Table d’Hote of Claudine Garin.

Chatting to Mat & Sarah, an American couple on a tour of Europe for their honeymoon and hearing amazing stories of Mat’s time in the army and as an entrepreneur.

The smell of warm, dry forests. Mixing pine, spruce, lavendar and herbs in a bouquet as complex as a good wine.

Making five clear weeks of walking without once donning the waterproofs.

Getting pinned-down for an hour and a half in the locked doorway of a berger’s hut by a crazy lightning storm that we couldn’t see coming as it approached from the other side of something we were ascending. We were only two kilometres from the Refuge de Longon!

Drinking chocolat chaud by a roaring log fire when we finally reached the Refuge de Longon.

After the fronts that brought a real feeling of Autumn had passed, putting on the sunblock and the Tilley hats again and feeling like the summer had returned once more.

Coming over a col and… whoa! There’s the Med!

Dipping our shoes in Lake Geneva and then dipping them in the Med!

Meeting LB’s parents and being presented with “medals” and a “completion certificate” outside a bar, on the front in Nice.

But most of all, walking and walking and walking for seven weeks in beautiful Alpine mountains with my beautiful wife, LB.

The glaciers and peaks on and around Mont Blanc were laid out in front of us as we reached the Col de Brévant.