Portions of the top of the mountain, however, had been designated a regional park and had not yet been stripped of dense foliage and old-growth trees. It remained home to an occasional but increasingly rare bobcat, cougar, and black bear. Radio towers were also atop the mountain, accessed by a gated dirt road on plots of land that Logan leased to the state. As the Austin Healey wound its way up the dirt and gravel road past the towers, Dana looked up at a three-story treated pine structure that rose from the ground, as inconspicuous as the huge trees surrounding it. The road circled around the back of the property. Logan drove around to the front. The house had been built around existing cedars and dogwoods. Huge cathedral windows rose to a pitched roof. Like William Welles’s home, it blended into the surrounding landscape and foliage. Tree stumps in the yard had been cored in the center and plugged with ceramic pots overflowing with flowers and vines.Dana stepped from the car to a symphony of music.
