Again, it was the images taken at the Raspberry Hut on the second trip in winter that were more successful. It was interesting that the hut still stands and apart from a different pile of fire wood and a thin layer of paint it appears untouched from the time that Baxter used it. 

Letter from the Mountains   1968   CP 515

But these nights, my friend, under the iron roof
Of this old rabbiters' hut....

And the rock of barren friendship, has now another shape....

Tears from faces of stone. They are our own tears.

At Raspberry Hut   1961   CP 236

The water from the mitred mountain.
The black mare of rock.

Temple Basin   1948   CP 75

Invisible multitude of the wind horses ranging
From Peak to mitred peak, from cloud to tumbling cloud