I wake still lying on the hut floor. A hut not like the others. This one big, with many rooms, all cold. Hence the floor. The decision to sleep in the main room next to the stove had been a no brainer. I lie listening to the fall of boot on wooden floor as the others gather their gear and head out of the door intent on their Alpine start. They’re off to bag a top. Their desire to bag it is the main reason we’re in the hut and not a tent. I’m more than happy to skip the dawn activity.