Next day, the sun woke us making the tents unbearable to stay in, we started to prepare for several days in the Mountet hut. Amongst all our climbing kit we also had food for several evenings.
The route followed the river up to the end of the dry glacier ... much further than it seemed on the map, and then as the glacier curved left then right. From here we cut over the dry glacier to the other side and up to the hut, which sat on a promontory looking up the upper part of the glacier.
We were welcomed into the hut and the guardian and his wife recognised we were new to all this and took us under their wing and looked after us, albeit in their half French half English, which matched my schoolboy French.
