Checking into our rooms, after wandering down several long hallways in the vast structure of the main lodge and taking elevators to the top floor with some of our bags, I took a quick look around our suite. I was pleased at the rustic look, with walls of knotty wooden boards to which old skis and animal horns were affixed, a stone fireplace, and thick, warm rugs scattered around. Approving the bedroom, the kitchenette, the small bar, and the large bathroom, I set out for the second trip to the car for the rest of our bags. First, I decided to stop next door to see how Bill and Valerie liked their room.
Their suite was on the same side of the hall as ours. The door was open; they were putting down their bags on the floor and sorting them out. “Hey,” I called in. “How do you like your rooms
