Max took to being pulled along like royalty much quicker than I thought. Under his direction, we managed to never actually make it to where we had planned, but instead enjoyed an awesome sunny day snowshoeing along Glacier Creek. With Moses's snowballs tinkling like wind chimes, we spent about 3 hours looking for Mark's mythical place and finally called it a day underneath the hand tram where we scaled up the ravine like seasoned mountain climbers.
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