Hut Of The Monument, New Zealand Report: Bunk Life Takes The Stage

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Cloud fire lights the way. Photo: P.M.Fadden

 

Report from October 8th thru 10th, 2023

As this is typed, the snow lines of New Zealand’s High Country are scampering uphill at a rate to rival the country’s famed Nor’Wester wind. (and that’s saying something)

It’s thanks to this season-changing tumble cycle that keen, savvy eyes inevitably turn toward the “Huts.” And great news, rather than slug-like gangsters, these particular “Huts” refer to a generous network of New Zealand bunk-style accommodation, nestled smack-dab in the middle of raw, radiant Planet Earth.

Think of it as couch-crashing–in the land that time forgot.

 

The last of the road, and the start of the track. Photo: P.M.Fadden

Fast Facts:

Destination – Monument Hut

Amenities – 6 bunks, 1 wood burner, 1 long drop, plus a bit of leg room

Orientation – Lat; -44.024 | Long; 169.812 | Elev; 2,000ft

Hut days are happy days. Photo: P.M.Fadden

As far as New Zealand’s hut system goes, Monument is a staple family-favorite. Barring moody weather, the route in is a casual two-to-three hour jaunt beside the braided waters of the Hopkins Valley. Once here, the intersecting Huxley Valley or more meaty possibilities of deeper Hopkins open-up like flowers.

Monument Hut has been selected for this particular mission because A)it’s awesome, and B)we’re guiding a few of the next generation, who hopefully will enjoy (and look after) these special bunked abodes long after the current grown-ups are gone. 

 

Our favorite sort of cafe. Photo: P.M.Fadden

Arriving to Monument with fine conditions–and zero wind–is like waking-up to the surprise that it’s your birthday. Simple, but oh-so delightful.

Though some of New Zealand’s huts are booked ahead, Monument operates ‘first-served-style’ which implies the potential to be sharing floor space with new friends. That said, early birds really do get the bunks (& worms) so plan proactively.

 

HQ established. *Note the helmet on the head of the grom at background. Sometimes bunk life is a full-contact affair. Photo: P.M.Fadden

 

Gourmet grub. Photo: P.M.Fadden

First order of business: make camp and kit-out the hut. This sets the stage nicely for a cozy post-trek return when light may be falling and shadows long.

 

Settling-in as a small part of a very big picture. Photo: P.M.Fadden

 

Becoming lost in details is a recommended exercise. Photo: P.M.Fadden

From Monument Hut, there are direct outlets to river crossings, game trails, and easy-to-follow hiking tracks which navigate the dense lower forest before breaking treeline into scree slope and alpine terrain.

While the hut is fairly easily accessed, its tiny details and wider vistas feel worlds removed from the everyday.

 

Enter the Huxley… Photo: P.M.Fadden

 

…and ‘swing’ across the waters at its gateway. Photo: P.M.Fadden

 

River currency. Photo: P.M.Fadden

A fork entering Huxley Valley hides a hour-or-so’s walk from Monument Hut.

Huxley itself unveils yet still more incredible landscapes and waterways and, as an added bonus, it is gained via a cleverly imaginative bit of outbound engineering; a swing bridge.

The swing bridge in an integral aspect to exploring New Zealand, and it pays dividends to be sure that all ages are accustomed to using them.

Whichever the hour of day or season of year, the waters in these valleys flow super cold, clear, and unforgettable.

Miraculously, the above also proved true of the overnights enjoyed while on this Monument mission.

 

A softly natural sort of light show. Photo: P.M.Fadden

 

All the reason to stay up really late (or early). Photo: P.M.Fadden

Considering the starry-glitz Mother Nature was putting on during the dark hours, it seemed a shame to sleep. But the days had been big, the bellies were full, and to get out would still mean a bit of a ramble to come.

The hut’s log book is signed and the party tucked tight into sleeping bags, which leaves only one final facet to any good New Zealand hut trip: drifting into dreams of the next one.

 


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