Lying on the warm red rock outside the new Beetham Hut, we gazed up at the giants of the Southern Alps: Aoraki/Mt Cook, Mt Tasman, Mt Haast, Mt Haidinger, and Elie De Beaumont. It felt gobsmackingly good.
We were the first at the hut since the builders left, six months ago. The logbook told us that, and so did the small bottle of unopened champagne. We chilled it in the snow then toasted all those who made this hut happen.
