Completing La Petite Trotte à Léon 2009 part of the The North Face® Ultra-Trail du MontBlanc®

Way back when! the La Petite Trotte à Léon part of the The North Face® Ultra-Trail du MontBlanc®

La Petite Trotte à Léon
25th-30th August 2009
La Petite Trotte à Léon is now in its second year although this year the course
changed by over 80% from the previous year, with much of the course at higher
altitude and along more technical paths. Mick Kenyon, Paul Vousden and Matt
Hicks signed up to tackle this challenge.

What is La Petite Trotte à Léon
Non-competitive event for teams of 3 people, of whom at least 2
UTMB finishers
Team of three inseparable from the start to the finish of the
Course of about 245 km for about 21,000 meters of positive
altitude change.
Course following mapped paths, featured on a map made
available to each but not signposted.100% Mountain and Nature course (less than 5km of tarmacked
Start at 10pm on Tuesday 25th of August.To be completed by Sunday 30th August at 4.30pm.
Event in complete autonomy with refreshments and rest the
different refuges passed through.

The Race (Challenge)
We arrived on Monday evening to temperatures in the 30’s. The
registration wasn’t until Tuesday so we had a little time to explore
Chamonix and have a good feed. At the chalet Whymper where we
were stopping was another British team taking on the challenge Team
Martlet Kayak club, in total there was 3 British Teams, the all female
Midget Gems making up the 3rd Team. It was a broken night’s sleep
with the nerves jangling and a massive Thunderstorm echoing down
the valley adding to the apprehensiveness.
Tuesday came and it was warm and humid which supported the
predicted Thunderstorms for the first night of the race. At 4pm we
went and registered and dropped off our 2nd bags (which we would
collect at Morgex), there were no kit checks; the organizers said they
trusted us and we would be foolish to skimp on any of the mandatory
kit. We were given a GPS tracker and 5 sets of batteries adding to the
weight of the usual mandatory kit including sleeping bag liners,
fleeces, jackets etc. and food required to get us round from refuge to
refuge. We had already realized that we were not to be passing
through many villages or towns in this year’s event so needed to make
sure we had enough food. Following the kit check was a briefing; this
was conducted in French with a very much briefer English translation!
At 7pm a meal was provided by the organizers, we made our way to
the canteen briefly getting lost, hoping this wasn’t a sign of things to
come. The meal was a spag boll; this was to become a theme of the
race! A few bottles of water were provided but these were all used up
by the time we got to our turn, this left either beer or wine, with only
3 hours to the race we declined. We went back to the chalet for last
minute faffing with bags and time to get changed into the running kit
and visit the loo as many times as possible. The rain outside was
getting heavier and we debated heavier waterproofs but decided to
stick with our lightweight Haglofs Oz pullover jackets.
We headed to the start line at 9.30pm, the rain had subsided and it
was to be a brief dry start to the race. By 10pm a large crowd had
built up around the square and was lining the streets, it was certainly
quite humbling that all these people had turned up to wish us “bon
voyage”, something you just don’t get in Britain. The motivational
theme music of the UTMB blasted out as we set off, aptly named
Conquest of Paradise (Vangelis).
At 10pm prompt we set off on our journey. The first 10km was a nice
warm up, pretty flat and on good tracks following the UTMB route but
just before the first of the big climbs the rain started coming down and
thunder and lightning started filling the skies, not a comforting thought
when you are about to climb alongside a ski lift up to nearly 2000
meters. Matt “Stato” Hicks was counting between the flash and
thunder and informing us that the storm had started some 20 miles
away but was now less than 5 miles away. The rain was relentless for
most of the night but fortunately reasonably warm.
We briefly left the UTMB route after reaching La Charme dropping into
Saint Gervais before again rejoining it at Le Champel. We followed the
UTMB route until shortly after La Balme refuge (which was closed in te
middle of the night). We then split from the UTMB route for our first
taste of what was to come heading off up a very rough steep climb
with lots of loose rocks, at this point quite a few team were still
grouped together and those above periodically set off small rock falls
keeping us awake and alert as first light started to be seen. It was a
relief to reach the Col d Enclave (2667m). At least the rain had passed
by this point and the morning was bright and spirits lifted. We headed
to Refuge Robert Blanc (2760m) along a rocky path down the
mountain before it climbed steeply up and over a boulder field. Once
at the refuge we took time for our first meal and brief rest, we had
covered 41km and a fair bit of climbing over some difficult terrain (this
was nothing compared to what was about to come) The cans of coke
soup and bread were welcome. After a short hour we set off again
along the boulder fields and paths crossing the melting Glacier
streams, we were to have our first taste of the many more tricky paths
where chains were bolted to the rocks to help prevent falls (and
presumably you damaging the rocks as you fall on them from great
height). As we descended to one on the river crossing points a French
team behind us dislodged a boulder. He shouted a warning in French
(it might actually of been “take that”) but whatever it was we heard it
just in time for Paul “The Joker” Vousden (explanation to come) to look
up and duck below a crashing boulder that would have finished the
race early and more to the point might have broken the GPS we had
borrowed. We carried on to cross the UTMB route at the Italian Border
at the Col de la Seigne. From here we made our way over to Petit St
Bernard crossing more boulder field’s moonscapes and steep climbs.
Once we reached the refuge we made the decision that we should refuel
and rest, we had been on the move for 18 hours and awake for
30+ hours, we ate our Spag Boll and took an hour’s kip in the
marquee tent provided, it was cold and noisy. We got up and made
the most of the couple of hour’s daylight remaining. Along with
nightfall the rainfall returned. We came across the ….Kayak clubs
support crew bivying out at Col Louie Blanche with a bottle of wine,
salami and cheese. Later that night there idyllic bivvy point turned into
a river and they had to make a hasty retreat to dryer land. We
descending a difficult boulder field with an indistinct path before
improving. A couple of teams had missed a river crossing point and
were too low down the valley, they spotted our head torches and we
could imagine the relief they felt to get an indication of the true track.
We continued through the darkness and made a decision to pre-book
the refuge Deffeys (2494m), the race organizers had provided the
refuge numbers to book ahead (we lost this piece of paper after this
point!). We finally arrived there at about midnight and grabbed some
more Spag Boll before retiring for a couple of hour’s kip. The dorm
was a small one where a lady with her 2 children were sleeping, it
must have been a shock for her to have 3 smelly guys turn up snore
for an hour and then get up to their alarm clocks. A quick breakfast
and off again into the beautiful early morning. After leaving the lodge
we climbed another 400m to Haut Pass (2869m) again up steep and
rocky path. Once reaching the top we descended a very long way into
the town of Morgex (884m). As we approached Morgex we could hear
the speakers announcing our arrival only to find it wasn’t for us but for
the Giro Italia cycle race…. (not famous just yet). In the sports hall
awaited our 2nd bags and we took the opportunity to grab a quick
shower and some food before one of the longest climbs of the route.
We left the sports hall in the midday heat and it was uncomfortably
hot. We each carried 1 litre of water and in the heat and with the
severity of the climb this soon ran out, we were relieved to find a
water trough half way up the ascent where we replenished our
supplies but this water was not to last long. We carried on climbing
with no shade and the water ran out well before the summit but we
dug deep and carried on with the promise of water near the the col of
Tete Licony (2914m) which seemed to be guarded by the huge
avalanche prevention nets strung across the mountain top. Paul was
suffering with chapped lips and took to the sudocreme, he smeared it
across his lips and with his blue sunglasses on looked like “the joker”
out of batman. This sight was to be seen many times before the end
of the race and even a call was put into the finish line to make sure a
supply of lipsolve was available. We weaved between the avalanche
nets and finally reached the water supply which looked not much
better than a stagnant pond, but we were desperate and so filled our
bottles and added some water purification tablets and nuun to hide the
taste. It still was not very pleasant but needs must. We continued on
a tricky descent, I had de-hydrated and soon finished my pond water
on the long and tricky descent where we lost 1000m in height. I was
getting desperate for water and was so relieved to hear the sound of a
stream. This turned out to be water many thousand of years old in
the form of Glacier melt however I filled the bottles and drank without
ill effect. We then regained some of the height lost before descending
at midnight to the refuge we voted as the best refuge by a long way.
We reached the five star refuge Bonatti (half way point on the route)
where good quality soup and Spag Boll was consumed. We retired to
the dorm for what we hoped would be 4 hours sleep, this turned out to
be a lot less as more teams arrived and alarm clocks signaled to other
teams it was time to leave. We got up and had our first healthy
breakfast of fruit and juice which was so needed. Refreshed and
refueled we got on our way in the darkness of the early morning along
part of the UTMB route, the sun rose and we were treated to fantastic
views of Mont Blanc massif in an orange glow, it was quite a sight and
lifted our spirits. We continued on the UTMB route and started the
climb of the Col Ferret before veering off to go over the Italian/ Swiss
border at col du Ban Darray(2695m). Much to our amusement
someone had done a big curly pooh on the knifedge ridge…don’t ask
why we found it amusing or why the person had dropped it there!
We were joined by a French team for the descent down a lovely Swiss
valley, every so often the path was blocked by an electric fence, one of
the French team was vertically challenged and rather than stepping
over the wire lifted the stake out the ground. We crossed one of the
fences and heard a commotion behind us, the cows had followed the
French team over the electric fence and a stampede of friendly Swiss
cows making there dash for freedom was on it way. To make things
worse the farmer was observing this from some distance away, he
started screaming instructions which we soon managed to work out he
wanted us to heard the cows back up the valley…little to say we did
our best waving our poles in the air and mooing! Onwards we
continued and the next section was cruel loop that climbed up over a
col down a valley and back over another col a couple of miles away
from where we had started the loop. A warning was posted in the
route book not to descend in bad weather; it was very steep and slippy
with big vertical drops at the side of the path and continued to
descend for 1000m, the weather was luckily good, the organizers were
right, I would not like to have descended that in the rain or worse. We
reached the village at the bottom and took advantage of little
restaurant where they served us Spag Boll! After the brief rest we
joined the UTMB route were the front end of the CCC race were
passing. We even managed to see a friend who briefly wished us luck
and gave us encouragement (well done Alex Pillkington on finishing
about 90th…great run). We were heading towards Champex which was
only a few miles down the valley but not the way our route was
takuing us, instead we had another big climb up to Orny (2691m) and
descent on the other side before we could rest. The climb up Orny was
steep and again we were having water issues, descending were a
group of climbers and we managed to beg some water from them (we
owe them at least a beer or 2 if anyone knows who they are) Darkness
fell as we reached the peak and although spectacular views were seen
briefly the cloud came in. We were descending and at times used the
chains attached to the rock face not knowing what was at the side.
The next few Kms were tricky with visibility less than 3m, the
headtorches light bounced back at us and we were very reliant on the
accuracy of the GPS, luckily this was spot on. We were all feeling tired
and thought we were getting sleepmonsters when the street lights
below were seen as a giant glowing orange star….it turned out it was a
giant glowing orange star and not street lights, it was standing above
the ski lodge which on a clear night would be visible from Champex.
We descended the black ski run twisting and turning all the way into
Champex occasionally losing our footing and on number of occasions
falling over. At Champex we re-joined the slower end of the CCC
runners before turning off the route for the refuge for the night
Auberge du Bon Abri, arriving in the early hours. Again we had a Spag
Boll and 2 or 3 hours sleep before setting off in the early morning
darkness. We had made it through this cut off with 15 hours or so to
spare. The next cut off was at Vallorcine at 16:00. This was only
25km away but with 2 major climbs and on the terrain we had been
crossing could be quite tight. We started the day with a 1200m climb
but made good steady progress, the tracks seemed to be improving
and the descent on the other side was a lot better than we had come
to expect. As we approached the bottom of the climb we had a call to
say we were not moving on the GPS system, I had inadvertently
dislodged the USB cable. Friends and family watching were getting
twitchy and we received a few calls asking if we were okay? With the
GPS back working we made good progress and soon climbed to Col de
Balme (2204m) before another descent into Vallercine. As we
descended the first of the UTMB runners passed us making it look so
effortless, first there was last years winner followed by the Japanese
runner. We could hear the cheers and support in Vallorcine and before
long we were welcomed and encouraged by the gathered crowds. We
had made the cut off with an hour to spare. We discussed why the cut
off was so early as we only had 30km to go and 24 hours to complete,
surely anyone could do that? Matt “Stato” then pointed out that in
tiredness there had been a conversion failure between miles and
Kms….we had 50km to go and the highest mountain of the race to
We set off after a rest and refuel with 30 mins spare before the cut off.
Mid afternoon and we wanted to make the most of the daylight, the
climb was steady but on good tracks and so we made good time
planning what we should do to finish the course as we climbed. The
plan was to reach Cabane du Vieux Emosson in good time get a bite to
eat and then tackle the start of the big climb in darkness hopefully
timing the tricky via ferrata section to be done at sun rise. We made
the progress we needed and reached Emosson just as it got dark. We
ate but the only place to sleep was a base tent erected round the back
of the cabin. We climbed into the tent, we were the only ones there so
took 2 blankets each. Just as we were dropping off to sleep another
team joined us and then another, we had to relinquish the blankets.
We agreed we were not going to sleep so it would be better to push
on. The climb up Cheval Blanc was steep and rocky, we could see
headtorches down below at Emmoson but know one was following us
out into the darkness to tackle the mountains at night, we knew this
was a tough section and this was to be made even worse by the lack
of sleep. We made the top of Cheval Blanc (2816m) where the track
disappeared only marked by the odd cairn, these too eventually
disappeared. We crossed scree which was collapsing under us and for
a while doubted whether we were on track but we eventually reached
the foot of Le Buet. The last 200m of climbing was on via ferrata
cables, but we had no harnesses to protect us. Thank goodness for
darkness which hid the steep drops into oblivion? We finally crossed
the summit of Buet (3082m). The long descent ahead was tougher
than the climb, without the adrenaline to keep us awake the
sleepmonsters attacked. I tried to shut one eye at a time but this
didn’t work as the other eye wanted to join in. I was getting
desperate for sleep (I think we all were, there was no chat just the
click of the poles on the ground) I was about to drop on the track. We
finally turned a corner just as the sun rose to see refuge col d Anterne.
It was the most welcome sight and almost like a mirage. Despite the
daylight there was no skipping through here. Too tired to eat we set
the alarm clock for in 1 hour’s time, despite being so tired I awoke
before the alarm and felt totally refreshed; it’s amazing what your
body can do if it has to. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and set off.
We only had 2 descents and 1 climb left…we knew we had done it!
We broke out into a run on the 400m descent and climbed the 700m
with ease reaching the col du Brevent (2366m). The final descent into
Chamonix was down twisty but good tracks, as we descended past well
wishers and paragliders the celebrations in Chamonix were getting
louder and the familiar anthem of the UTMB could be heard. Once we
hit the tarmac everyone was congratulating us on an epic adventure
and crowds seemed to have great respect, we had won the tour de
france or it seemed that way. We crossed the finish line (1035m) after
111hours, we had climbed 21,000 meters and descended 21,000
meters and covered 245km in true mountain wilderness….an epic
never to be forgotten. 17 teams out of the 55 starters completed, we
crossed the finish line in 9th place (not that it’s a race!!!)
Report by Mick Kenyon Petit Trotte Finisher 2009

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