During the afternoon in the hut there was some rescue chopper activity to and from the peaks behind teh hut and it was rumoured out that two people had been injured when their weight collapsed a cornice that overlooked the Barbey Couloir, which we intended to ride the next day. At first there were jokes that the falling cornice had likely purged all the snow from the couloir. It turned out to be the case. It also shortly became apparent that they had been killed, so the joking stopped. When I was on the actual scene the next day, I realised how appalling death had been for these two people.
Anyway, after nice evening in the hut we made a 5am start to our 5 hour climb. From fuzzy memory we did it in a little under 5 hours. At the time it seemed like a big deal but so much happened afterwards that this particular climb and descent is already fading. The climb was up the Millieu Glacier and the objective was the Aiguille d'Argentiere (Aiguille is French for peak, or needle). When we reached the summit at 3900m it was the highest I had ever been. I felt strong the whole way up even though I lost count of the switch backs we endured. The last few hundred meters of vertical ascent was in crampons and reasonably steep, climbing directly up in a straight line. It had been a long morning to reach this point, starting out in the dark, watching the sun rise and reaching the summit. I was enjoying myself immensely.