Above the west side of Frisco the trail to Rainbow Lake climbs through lodgepole, and the neighborhoods beneath it catch their best light around five in the afternoon, when the sun swings past the ridge and every yard turns luminous. Mower Man Lawn Service runs those streets through the growing months — cutting, trimming around trees and posts, edging, and clearing clippings so nothing mats down on thin mountain turf. Frisco's summer is measured in weeks rather than months, and a lawn only stays even if someone comes back on a rhythm it can count on. The good part is the after: the mower loaded, the walk blown clean, the yard sitting quiet and trim while alpenglow works its way down Peak One.