Jamtal Hut is luxury, perhaps too much so. It is hard to leave the spacious wood paneled dining hall with its board of fine cheese and bread. And oh the torture to skin up and away from the sundeck and weiss beer tap. But the soul of the alpinist is always called higher — despite any mundane physical distractions. So off we skinned towards the distant peaks which glowed in the morning light like the heaven of corn snow they mostly turned out to be. (Not sure I’ll have internet tomorrow or next day, so slideshow below, more writing later after we get to another hut or back to civilization in a few days).