The threatened storm didn’t materialise, so we were able to get up and pack the remaining stuff away quickly. We left Eden and were on the road just after 6.30am.
We made good progress, and stopped just East of Milan at a service area, where we bought fuel for the van and fuel for us, and had our breakfast of fresh bread and cheese.
We reached the French border at the Mont Blanc tunnel around lunch time. There was a bit of a queue for the pay station, and we were less than enthusiastic about €44 charge for the 11km crossing. It seemed a huge amount of money, especially considering that the St. Gotthard tunnel is longer, and free, which probably explains the big queues sometimes.
The scenery in this area is mightily impressive, and we kept wondering, as different mountains came into view, whether we were looking at Mont Blanc. However, when you do see it, there is no mistaking it. It is a huge, grey, snow-capped rock amongst the green, tree-covered hills which surround it.
The journey through the tunnel itself is slow and boring. I think the disaster of a few years ago has made the authorities and drivers nervous, and you are told to keep 150m between yourself and other vehicles. Like the St. Gotthard, I find it amazing that there is no segregation inside the tunnel between oncoming lines of traffic, other than some flimsy lights and lane markers.
We eventually came out into the light again, and began the slow and careful descent, past several miles of queue on the other side waiting to go through. Obviously, going South on Saturday is a busy time for the tunnel.
We were less than 20km from our campsite, and I began to wonder just how close it would be to Mont Blanc. The pictures on the website made it look close, but we seemed to be getting further and further away.
The road from the valley up to St. Germain Les Bains is quite steep and twisty, but I was pleased how the van coped, and the engine had plenty of power. Our only problem came on the entrance to the town of St. Germain Les Bains itself, where a low speed bump / pedestrian crossing had a dip on the other side, and the poor van thumped into the hole, shaking everything that could be shaken. Nothing seemed untoward, and we carried on.
The campsite at Les Domes de Miage is on the main road out of town, and difficult to miss, and we (and the van) were pleased to be able to stop.
The campsite is probably the most beautiful one we’ve ever stayed in. It is indeed in the foothills of Mont Blanc, and there is the most fantastic view of the mountain, seemingly only a few metres away from the mountain itself. The campsite itself is fairly flat, mostly grass, with clean facilities. The reception staff are helpful and friendly. When I found that our long hookup lead wouldn’t reach the electricity outlet, they helpfully lent us an extension lead, saying that it we left early in the morning, we should just leave it outside the office.
After some lunch, we fancied a walk. The campsite reception has many maps for sale, but they have a simple map (free) showing a walking route to the town. This followed a narrow road, and then split off onto a wide, sloping path. However, the path got narrower and steeper, and unfortunately we had to give up when the path branched off into the forest, with some steep and dangerous sections which were beyond our sandals and shorts, ‘out for a gentle stroll’, attire.
Back at the campsite, we relaxed with drinks and photo opportunities. As the sun began to dip, the temperature dropped very quickly, and we were soon in fleeces, and then inside the van. Not quite what we were used to, where at Lake Garda we were sometimes struggling to keep cool at night, even with all the van’s windows and vents wide open.