About my last years climb, it was with a friend, who's idea it was to do it, we had good weather, and good knowledge about our selves and good communication. Also we made clear agreements when we would turn or stop. The biggest factor is weather, with good weather most with a good condition can do it, I believe. We had good weather. As a preparation we cycled from the Netherlands through Belgium, France and Switserland to Chamonix at a pace of about a 140km a day. It was a cool adventure in itself, from camping in the wild, to finding a bicycleshop, to interaction with the French police - No we do not use doping
Arriving in Chamonix I really needed a couple of days for recovery, as I had given my all in keeping up with my friend who was in a bit better condition. On the mountain the roles were reversed, as my friend got lactic, and did not have the capacity to oxygenate his muscles as good as my body could. It was on the tail end of the season and it was beautiful weather and quiet, with hardly any other hikers. Lovely. I like taking photo's and if wanted I could loose hours shooting everything around me. But my friend is very time aware and makes sure we are at the 2nd refuge in time for diner. In the evening at 3000m we're overseeing a glacier and waves of mountains under a splendid sunset as we're melting snow to make our soup.
The next day we started just before dawn to attempt the top. The gorge we needed to cross is a dangerous place where one falling rock could be fatal. After this and a technically easy climb we reached the 3rd refuge. Without pause we went on escalating the Col du Dôme. This was steep walk on firm snow with our crap ons. In order to not acid up we needed to regulate our pacing, so we did a little schedule, 30 paces, 5 breaths. At around 12:45 we're arrive on the dome, with top in sight. My friend had a tough time, was feeling cold and was looking exhausted, and with the prediction of the weather getting bad later on we decided to turn there. Just like in dynamic one has to be rational pragmatic in the end, and not let your aspirations tempt you. On the way down the snow stated to get down and finding the red dots and the way back was getting much harder. This is a very good reason why you want to hire a guide!
Arriving at the gorge we arrived a bit to high above it, and tried a short cut down. Not a good idea, as the loose gravel got covered with a thin layer of snow it became rather dangerous. So turn, get back up and go round. After we safely crossed the george we saw a group who we had overtaken on the way down follow our wrong example.. Stop, go back, go around I yelled, and thankfully they understood. A moment or two later I heard and saw from the corner of my eye a bunch of rocks coming down through the george. Take cover! I yelled at my buddy as we threw ourselves at side of the ridge. We saw rocks the size of washing machines bounce past us into the abyss with incredible speeds. Later on in the refuge we treated ourselves a warm diner to absorb the powerful experiences. We had made it, and have faced challenge and danger. I felt very much alive and at home in this environment. The people we met were all very interesting, good natured, warm and encouraging. So much so that it made me think about the character shaping properties of such changeling environment.
The bicycling trip home was again very adventurous, we met again wonderful people, slept in a farm, on a haystack, along dirt roads under poncho's, and had our share of broken spokes in our rear wheels of our race bikes. At the Dutch Belgium border we went for the locally famous French fries stand to reward ourselves. To our very disappointment the stand was closed, but we ran into a big surprise, as a tall slender man noticed us and asked: "have I seen you guys just a week ago on the Mont Blanc?" Yes you have! What are the odds, and now I'm thinking Forest Gump and his mother's box of chocolates, jummy!