A mile above the sea, Brighton's winter nights go glass-clear and bitter, and snow that fell at dusk squeaks underfoot by midnight. Mile High Hardscape & Landscape runs those hours, plowing drives and lots and clearing walks and steps down to a surface a boot can trust. Cold that deep turns any melt into a slick by morning, so walkways get scraped and treated rather than simply pushed. Nobody watches the work happen; that is rather the point of it. Then the sun cracks over the plains, and everything is already open.