It took another hour before he finally made his way to the base of the rock wall below where the cabin was located. The sky was getting dark, it couldn"t be much past noon so he really hurried, now it seemed like the weather was closing in on him very fast.
Walking around the bottom edge of the wall he finally saw a small opening, about three feet wide. As he stepped in, he could see where John had laid flat rocks in to form steps up and around a slight bend to the left. It was a sharp enough bend that you could only see about six feet ahead of yourself.
The dog had already run ahead so he didn"t waste much time. Flat stones were wedged and braced securely so there was no problem climbing up. Just as he got to the top of the steps he seen that the dog was dead still staring with it"s bac
