The Quiet Lines | 3 Days of SECRET Ski Touring in Chamonix (Documentary)

How are you doing? Good and you? Yeah. And you too? Yeah. Yeah. The famous cable car, Aiguille du Midi. Like here we are in 1,000 meters of altitude, and to the top it's 3,800. Today we go to Glacier du Géant to see La Combe Maudite, Les Arêtes de la Brévent, and ski, I hope, good snow here. And then tonight we will sleep at Torino. Okay. March 16th, 2026, 10.31 PM. I'm somewhere in between nervous and excited, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I think it's easy to overthink the mountains when you're at home. A nervous tension slowly builds until you arrive at the place, the mountains. But once you're there, that tension and stress is relieved. I often find myself most at peace in these places, far away from the hustle and bustle of life in the real world. Took me a really long time to realize this, but it's given me so much joy in life. As I've learned more about Camille, I've gained even more respect for her. She is an emergency room doctor in addition to working towards becoming a mountain guide. So the name of the place here is La Combe Maudite, because it's just close to the Mont Maudit. Here it's a very famous place for mountaineering and climbing. In summer, a lot of people come, stay here with the tent, bivouac, and all the things, and climb all the routes. You see here the Trident du Tacul, the Grand Capucin, a very famous one. Until the Mont Maudit and go down by the other side it's L'Arête Kufner, very famous and very cool. End of the first day, Good job! Welcome to Italy! The Torino winter hut, so we stay here for tonight. It's cold so we need to do like cooking and all the things. We are all alone so it's cool, it's very quiet. First time you sleep in a hut for you, no? I mean the winter hut, yeah. Yeah, winter hut, yes. I've been here in November but it was still summer hut, so yeah. Yes, it's very different. I know. So that is a very famous ridge. You see, you can climb all the ridge. In summer it's better than in winter because it's I just arrived at the Torino winter refuge. In winter it's a true mountaineer's shelter, just bed and blankets. Today was incredible, a bit windy but the sun never stopped shining. We headed towards the Comodi. It's usually a summer destination since there aren't really ski lines. We decided to explore and of course saying hello to the Mont Blanc along the way. My partner on this adventure is Nick, all the way from Montana. We share a passion for freeride exploration and photography. The sun is beginning to set, marking the end of our first day in the mountains. As I predicted last night, the nervousness went away once I arrived in the mountains. Camille always looks out for Francie and I, pointing out hazards while also explaining the history of the Mont Blanc Massif. I've skied here years ago, but to be with someone who really knows this place so well has entirely transformed the experience. And the white one back, and then this one. At 5 a.m. this morning to explore rock formations on the upper Géant. As soon as I opened the door of the Torino Refuge, I was met with a blast of arctic wind. I put on every layer in my pack and began moving quickly to warm up. We watched rose-red light begin to drench the Brenva face, eventually turning into a brilliant gold color. It felt as if we were on our own planet, above the sea of clouds. This made up for any coldness in my nose, fingers and toes. Pure bliss. Camille and Francesca are a great team. I've never traveled across the world solo, and this is everything I could ask for, and then some. As we made our way up a snowy ridge, the wind was ripping. As we crested a summit, I pulled out my old film camera to capture this special experience. There's a deep and positive energy here, tinged with the somberness of a changing environment. Francesca's contagious laugh always kept things light and positive. While I know I haven't spent much time here, this place feels oddly familiar. Love for the mountains knows no nationality. In the mountains, we are all friends. Conditions today were tough, I mean really really tough. The wind never stopped blowing, it was unbelievably cold and it was so so difficult to ski down and reach the other hut, the Recken hut, where we are going to sleep tonight. I've just spoken with Camille, you may know where we are going. Yeah, I think there's a couloir not too far from the hut that we're gonna go check out. It looked really cool. I think we boot up it and then transition and ski down. Nice. It looks very straight and tight. It looks awesome. Awesome. We start walking directly from here, from the refuge, and we go up. I'm skiing down. Really can't wait for it. I'm excited. It turns. Yes, hopefully. Maybe with good snow. Who knows? Maybe. You never know. Maybe it was protected from the wind. I'm currently sitting at the train station ready to return to Chamonix. Camille, Francesca and I skied a couloir above the Riquin this morning. It was soft snow that was good for steep skiing in my opinion. I felt at home in the big rock walls kind of like Montana but minus all the glaciers. Getting down to the Mer de Glace proved to be tricky After all, it's hard to be in a bad mood with a day as adventurous as today. Today felt like one of those days that stays under your skin. We skied a steep couloir, the kind that makes your heart race before you even drop in. The snow wasn't perfect, rough and unpredictable, but somehow that made it even more real. Because in the mountains, it's never just about the conditions. It's about the feeling, the silence, the vastness, the way everything else disappears when you're up there. Sharing moments like this, pushing through together, makes the journey unforgettable. And no matter how the snow is, being in the mountains always feels like exactly where I'm meant to be.