By Katherine Clarke | Wall Street Journal
It was a hot August morning when I visited the mansion, but in the great room—a vast entertaining space with 30-foot-high ceilings—there were roaring blazes in the towering stone fireplaces at either end. The billionaire owners of the roughly 18,500-square-foot house, Lynda and Stewart Resnick, weren’t in town, but Lynda had carefully choreographed my visit, giving instructions as to how I should be led through the house for the most dramatic effect.
We crossed the great room and walked through french doors onto a heated patio overlooking the 74-acre property. From there, the epic vista of the Continental Divide stretched out in front of me. I could see the outlines of distant paragliders swooping over Aspen Mountain. An infinity pool appeared to empty into the estate’s private lake, where a swan-shaped paddle boat sat by a small dock.
When the Resnicks first saw this parcel of land in the early 1990s, it felt transcendent. “You were looking at God,” Lynda had told me by a Zoom from her primary home, a lavish Beaux‑Arts mansion in Beverly Hills, Calif. “You thought, ‘Am I really allowed to have this?’”
