Who the fuck would build a hut in an Avalanche path, let alone stay in one?
Welcome to John Tait hut. This is the spot where Marty, Laressa, and Max would have to spend the first night of our 5-day trip after flying in from Wellington, getting a hire car, then catching a boat across lake Rotoiti.
Stupid humans, Shit Weasels are much smarter, I slept in the toilets which are outside the danger zone.
The toilets are also far enough from the hut that you can’t hear Marty snoring. This is a massive bonus as he sounds like a demented walrus!
Toilet in the safe zone
Snow Shovels are for skids
You’ll probably see a shovel on the back of someone’s pack and think that they are responsible. Ask any mountain climber and they’ll tell you the shovel is for digging your comrades out after an avalanche or making a snow cave.
The truth is that they are actually to do Skids when the snow is soft! We all had a good play in the snow above Cupola Hut.
Rescued again
Logged out of here by Laressa
Most people think that Laressa is responsible. She has a reputation for looking after people. However, you may want to reconsider this notion. She signed all of us out of Cupola hut without noticing that I was missing. It was only when Max joked about putting me in the river for a wash that they noticed I was missing!
Max had to run back up to the hill to find me, it got quite emotional…
The Famous shit weasel
As we arrived back at John Tait Hut a very cool man named Wok asked “Where is the Shit Weasel?”
He already knew of my travels from the Hut books in the Tararua ranges. He showed us a UFO video and welcomed us to visit him in his Tattoo parlor in Nelson.
On to travers hut
Twats
After a traumatic day we arrived at Travers hut before darkness set in. I slept by the fire with Max to avoid Marty. Whilst I prefer toilets, frozen ones are not fun.
The next day we set off over the pass to find waist deep power snow…
Max and me smashed a path through the snow for the others to get suck in!
Love the Snow
More Skid Marks
Marty takes a shit at West Sabine Hut
West Sabine Hut to Speargrass Hut
It was a long day and Marty’s was really starting to stink so I had to jump him, Laressa was getting a tad whiffy too but I was not getting any affection from her.
MOre love for the shit weasel
I got heaps of attention at Speargrass hut. Max was worried that I was going to be kid-napped!
Footnote: Shit Weasels are only interested in epic fit trips which are entertaining. You’ll not find any Leisurely Humdrum strolls on this site. If you are offended remember. I don’t give a shit, but can dish plenty out.
The Adventures Of The Shit Weasel 