Chapter 15
In the afternoon sun Aspen Meadow Lake shimmered like sugar on ice. Several dozen cars in the dirt parking area made me wonder if there was a waiting line for skiffs and paddleboats. We got out of the Mercedes and approached the LakeCenter’s front door.
The LakeCenter was a jewel of that architectural species known as “mountain contemporary.” Constructed of row upon row of massive blond logs, wide, soaring trapezoids of glass, polished plank flooring within, aprons of flagstone without, and topped with a phenomenally expensive all-weather shingle roof, the structure was the glory of the Aspen Meadow Recreation District. The interior consisted of a huge space, fancifully called “the Ballroom,” and a more intimate adjoining space known as “the Octagon.” Both rooms provided unequ
