Hunters was an awesome hut. The best of both old and new style huts put together. The chunky robustness of the new huts, the pitched roof, solid iron stove and axe of the old. Built as a memorial to two DOC hunters who lost their lives when the old hut was washed away in a flash flood further down the valley, it was a very welcome and cosey pitstop for the night. A picture on the wall of the two guys revealed them to be right characters. Big hair, sidies, tiny shorts and big rifles. 70’s style in the 90’s, but proper hardcore mountain men.
I agree, Hunters was an awesome hut, if you happen to be packing any beers with you it even has a freaking fridge around the back?! Not sure what kind of voodoo is powering the thing, but it does feel nice and cold in there.
As we move round the back of these Red Hills, the whole place is starting to take on a whole Wild West sort-of-a feel. Reminds me of the barren New Mexico on the CDT.
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