Whistler standing all majestic mountain-dog like at the ruin of Pavilion Point...
Once, it was part of the narrow-gauge railroad, which snaked up Leavenworth Mountain to what are now the ruins of Waldorf and beyond a bit. The tracks are long gone now. If you know how and where to look, you'll see the remnants of railroad ties.
The grade is under hard-pack. In a month, month and a half, it'll be perfect for snowshoeing. Today, I wear gators over my boots.
"Ready to go?" I ask Whistler.
He gives an approving chomp and lopes ahead of me. We can reach the one ruin in an hour, and I know a shortcut.