AtD translation: up past Smuggler

[Mike Jing]

P189.1-10   By the end, Webb Traverse had worked his way up to shift boss
at the Little Hellkite workings. Veikko and his squarehead compadres gave
him a party to celebrate, and as usual it reminded him that drinking potato
spirits all night is not for everyone. Luckily, the snow was still a while
off, or there might’ve been a repeat of last winter when he let some Finns
talk him into putting on a pair of skis, up past Smuggler, by the giant
pre-avalanche buildup known as the Big Elephant—scared the bejeezus out of
him, as it would’ve anybody in their right mind, all present being mightily
relieved when he fell down safely in the snow without breaking any bones or
starting a slide.

Would "Smuggler" here be Smuggler Ave in Telluride?