AutoCAD chugged for a moment, then revealed its handiwork. The lodge polygon was a shattered mess of zigzags. The hiking trails had turned into straight-line chords that cut across mountain contours instead of following them. One trail plunged straight through the lake. The helipad wasn't a circle; it was a lumpy octagon that looked like a stop sign melted in the sun.
The yellow trails unspooled across the satellite image, following the terrain perfectly. The lodge polygon snapped into place, its edges clean and closed. And the helipad—the red circle was a true circle, mathematically round, hovering over the ridge like a promised sunrise. autocad import kml
She needed a different approach.
She emailed the DWG back to Mr. Verona. An hour later, her phone buzzed. AutoCAD chugged for a moment, then revealed its handiwork