You don't know until you go

Our hut for the night had just opened for the season and the paint was still wet. Literally.

After a cold night wearing all our clothes to bed, we headed up the seven lakes valley to snow level and saw two chamois on the rocky cliffs. But then we turned and high-tailed it all the way back. There wasn't another open hut within range and the weather and food were getting worse.

On our way down we passed horses carrying beer to the hut. Yes, they were draft horses...