“That’s right. Once we get there, you two will be stuck for the week with the rest of us. But don’t worry, we do this all the time, it’s not unusual. And Lila has a menu planned. We’ll do our best to make it bearable for you.”
By ‘rest of us’ I assumed he meant Lila, me, and himself, but I was surprised that Lila was planning to cook.
“I told Lila she doesn’t need to cook,” I reminded him, leaning forward in my seat. When it was just me, I made sure she never felt pressured to make anything.
“Mona, don’t you make a big deal out of it.” Now Melvin did spare me a glance in the mirror, narrowing his eyes. “Just let her be. She likes cooking when there’s company. She is a pro chef, after all. And if she’s not making her fancy dishes, her talents just go to waste. Think of it that way.”
I didn’t argue, but I still wasn’t convinced. I didn’t like to inconvenience people. I could take care of myself.
After driving through downtown Aspen, we took several precarious off-shoots from State Road 82. I tried not to look out the window, but Allyn seemed fascinated by the near whiteout conditions. At one point, Melvin must’ve been going five miles per hour, it was fully dark by the time we arrived. Even so, I barely noticed the length of the car ride. Allyn had talked non-stop, her pretty, melodic voice filling the car with stories about her difficult last semester, all of which seemed hilarious to her in retrospect.
The three parking garages near the base of the peak served only as a pitstop and storage. A funicular, which was just as fancy as it was functional, had been installed well before my parents purchased the Mountain McMansion. It was the only way to actually access the main house October through April, give or take a month depending on the snowfall.
Melvin pulled as close to the funicular structure as he could, knocking on the back door of the Jeep before opening it for Allyn. “Okay, ladies. Time to get out. You go up first while I clear a path to the garage, must be two feet of snow up here since I left this morning. I’ll come after with your bags and the supplies I picked up on my way to the airport. Hurry, it’s cold.”
White flakes of frost swirled around him, but nothing much else was visible. Happy to do as we were told, my friend and I gathered our backpacks and left the warmth of the SUV. Melvin had been right. The snow came up to my knee, my boots disappearing into two or more decimeters of fresh powder.
Glancing back, I smiled at Allyn’s huge grin and laugh, her eyes on where her feet should be. “Follow me,” I said. “The funicular is just through here.”
“Funicular is a fun word to say.” She held her hands out to keep her balance. “It sounds like fun and particular had a word baby.”
“Well, this funicular is particular, but I don’t know how fun it is.”
“Everything can be fun. You just have to want it to be fun,” she said, the combination of her bright eyes and wide smile a sunbeam in the cold darkness, laughing as she added, “And, you know, the habit of constantly laughing at yourself.”
That made me laugh, though I wasn’t sure why. When Allyn was around, I always seemed to be laughing. And, in truth, taking the fancy funicular used to be fun. As a kid, it was my favorite part of visiting the mountain house. I would hang out inside, reading books, breathing against the paned window and drawing designs into the puff of condensation with the tip of my finger.
The benches were a gold-ish velvet and there was space for four comfortably, six if absolutely needed. Our ride up the mountain was uneventful despite the snowfall, but I felt a little badly about the inclement weather.
“I was snowed in here twice last year, but only for about three days. After that, it cleared up. We should have some nice views, assuming the snow stops.” I motioned to the darkness beyond the glass. The flakes were so big, they made tapping sounds against the window reminiscent of light rain.
“That’ll be nice. Can we do any hiking? Is it safe?”
“If you want exercise, there’s an indoor pool and gym. But if you really want to go for a walk outside, you can go snowshoeing through the trails.”
“I’ve never gone snowshoeing.”
“It’s just very slow walking, with funny shoes. Though it’ll feel like you’ve covered a hundred miles by the time you finish. There’s a few Jacuzzis for warming up after, and a sauna near the gym as well as one on the top floor.”