{"id":219,"date":"2007-06-03T15:48:28","date_gmt":"2007-06-03T20:48:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kaitlyn-marsue.net\/?p=219"},"modified":"2007-06-03T15:48:28","modified_gmt":"2007-06-03T20:48:28","slug":"mothers-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kaitlyn-marsue.net\/?p=219","title":{"rendered":"Mothers Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today is La Fete de la Mere. Mothers Day in France. This year, Bill had two chances to remember Mother’s Day… the American one and this one. He forgot both. About half way through the day he said \u0093hey, we went to Chamonix for Mother’s Day!\u0094 I wondered if he’d ever realize he could use that.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Defying death is a hard act to follow… so today we went for the \u0093no dangling in the air\u0094 sightseeing options. Well, mostly.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We rode the train to the Mer de Glace \u0096 which translates to the \u0093sea of ice.\u0094 It’s a giant glacier that winds its way through the mountains by Mont Blanc. The train ride up to it is pretty steep, but provides some great views down onto the town. <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Each year, an ice cave is carved at the end of the glacier. (I’d have said \u0093they carve the cave\u0094 but I have no idea who \u0093they\u0094 would be.) It has to be re-done each year because the glacier moves so far each year. We didn’t get to go in. The sign just said it would be closed \u0093until further notice\u0094 while \u0093safety\u0094 work is done to it. The lower platform where we could see down onto the end of the glacier we of course had to get to in yet another telepherique (tiny gondola hanging from a cable) And what we could see sure looked like an awful lot of work is yet to be done. There is still no way to get to the entrance, if there even is an entrance. There were several openings into the ice, but we couldn’t tell if they were from previous years. One opening looked like some ice and rocks collapsed in front of it; Bill thinks that is this year’s cave. Kaitlyn was more interested in the gift shop than in the glacier.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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