The 52 Huts I Bagged in 2025 – And the Bonus Ones That Took Me Even Further

At the beginning of 2025 I set myself a goal: reach 52 huts in a year.
Not because the number mattered—but because I needed something to move toward when everything else felt uncertain.
By May I was deep in medical appointments, diagnoses, and surgery dates. By winter I was learning how to rebuild my body. And by spring, I was walking back into the backcountry with a very different relationship to both risk and resilience.
Those 52 huts became anchors in the storm. And somehow, without even planning it, I didn’t stop at 52.
This is the story of the huts that carried me through 2025.
Huts 1–5: Styx–Arahura Circuit
My year began in the West Coast backcountry, surrounded by moss-covered trees, braided rivers, and the slow rhythm of multi-day tramping.
These five huts came from the Styx–Arahura Circuit:
Mid Styx Hut
Mudflats Hut
Newton Creek Hut
Lower Arahura Hut
Singers Hut
This circuit set the tone for the year: remote, muddy, wild—and grounding in a way only the Coast can be.
Huts 6–7: Godley Head Track
A very different landscape followed, this time with coastal views and wartime history:
Scotts Hut
Lighthouse Generator Cottage
Even close to the city, these huts reminded me that adventure doesn’t always mean far from home.
Huts 8–15: Oteake Conservation Area
This was one of the biggest single hut hauls of the year, deep in the Otago backcountry:
Bown Hut
Green Gully Hut
Hut Creek Hut
Tailings Hut
Chimney Creek Hut
Wire Yard Hut
Ida Railway Hut
Buster Hut
Dry, golden, rugged, and steeped in mining history—this area felt like stepping back in time.
Huts 16–18: Canterbury Classics
Back closer to home, but no less special:
Worsley Biv
Casey Hut (new)
Rod Donald Hut
Rod Donald Hut, perched high on the Port Hills, became a symbol of how much beauty exists right above Christchurch.
Huts 19–25: Valleys and Recovery Miles
As I moved deeper into recovery, these huts marked slow but steady progress:
Blackadder Rest
Pell Stream Hut
Pinchgut Hut
Hawdon DOC Staff Biv
East Hawdon Biv
Home Gully Hut
Spurs Hut
Each one was another reminder that I was still capable of long days, climbs, and carrying my pack into wild places.
Hut 26: Maitland Hut
A small hut with a big sense of solitude. A place to sit quietly and just be.
Huts 27–31: West Coast Roady
One of the most fun trips of the year—a hut-bagging road trip down the Coast:
Wineberry Hut
Miners Hut
Blowfly Hut
Defiance Hut
Hendes Hut
Short walks, big character, and a reminder that not every hut requires a suffer-fest.
Huts 32–35: From the Port Hills to the High Country
Packhorse Biv
Rapid Creek Hut
Frew Hut
Lockwood Shelter
A mix of history, weather, and wide open spaces.
Huts 36–39: From Quail Island to Ryton
Otamahua Hut
Omahu Bush Hut
Bert Lyttle’s Lodge
Monck Hut
These huts spanned harbour islands to mountain valleys—showing just how diverse New Zealand’s hut network truly is.
Huts 40–45: Mackenzie and Beyond
Greta Lodge
Back Hut
Pearson Hut
Backyard Hut
Baikie Hut
Gladstone Stream Hut
Dry country, big skies, and long 4WD tracks—this part of the year felt like freedom.
Huts 46–48: Otamatapaio
Otamatapaio Stone Hut
Blue Hut
Otamatapaio Hut
A magical cluster of historic huts tucked into a remarkable valley.
Huts 49–52: Finishing the 52
Botany Hut
Leaning Lodge Hut
Red Hut
Kahikatea Lodge
When I reached Kahikatea Lodge, I’d done it: 52 huts for the year.
But instead of feeling finished, I just wanted to keep going.
The Bonus Huts: When 52 Wasn’t the End
Somewhere along the way, the goal quietly shifted. It stopped being about a number—and became about momentum.
These huts carried me closer to my long-term goal of 400 huts.
Hut 53
Staircase Hut
Huts 54–56
Jollie Hut
Green Point Hut
Littles Hut
Hut 57
Possumers Hut
Hut 58
Kohanga Atawhai Manson Nicholls Hut
Huts 59–60
Devils Den Biv
Lucretia Hut
Huts 61–68
Drummond Creek Hut
Long Gully Hut
Boundary Hut
Nicholsons Hut
AA Hut
Potters Hut
Christies Hut
Head Hut
By the end of the year, 52 had quietly turned into 68.
More Than Numbers
Hut bagging gave me something to hold onto during one of the hardest years of my life. Each hut meant:
I walked another valley
I climbed another ridge
I trusted my body again
I kept going
Some huts were big missions. Some were gentle strolls. Some were uncomfortable. Some felt like home.
But all of them became part of my 2025 story.
And I’m not done yet.
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