
Heading up onto the Hitchin Range at Sunset

The view from our campsite the first night

Before the clouds closed in around us the next morning

Arriving at Ivory Lake in the dark, the bluffs were an interesting navigational challenge in the dark, but ultimately perfectly fine, although we had been concerned about attempting these in the dark

Sharing a BEER at Ivory Lake, classic chair included

Lydia enjoying the lounging at Ivory Lake with BEER in hand

Chair not so much fun to carry back to the Hut though

Made it! Shame about the state of the glacier these days...

A Classic shot of Ivory Lake Hut

I think the moss is new... seems ultimately a bit more gravel and vegetation and less bare glacial rock up there than I had expected.

Tarn Reflections between Ivory Lake and Top Waitaha Hut, which inspired such poetry.
A description
The dirty sky drags in the water below me,
The dusky tarn wibbles,
As I stand on the impossible collection of moss
And mud that holds it together,
Piled half a metre deep.
The frilled fronds of weed, untouched ever by a wave,
Lie twisted and tangled,
As though dead.
A wiff of fog extends a hand towards us,
Between the myriad of tarns.
It is time to reach the hut.
- Penzy Dinsdale

Where the lower Waitaha flows into Morgan Gorge, was fairly preoccupied with just keeping going for most of the valley... will have to work on that!

Morgan Gorge - will have to return and sniff out those hot pools some other time!