January in the Roaring Fork Valley can trap cold air on the valley floor for days, and Carbondale wakes under a grey lid with frost on every windshield. Premier Landworks is already moving by then — plow lights swinging through the murk, driveways cut open, parking lots pushed back to their edges before the first car arrives. Walks get shoveled to the concrete and treated where the ice likes to reform in the shade. A storm that starts at midnight is a night's work; a storm that keeps going is two. The satisfaction is the same either way: a cleared drive at daybreak, and somebody's morning that goes exactly as planned.