Snow in the side canyons above Glenwood Springs comes heavy and wet in March, the kind that packs into a ridge at the end of a drive and sets like concrete by noon. Miles Rippy Excavating brings the machinery that laughs at it — plowing and pushing lots, yards and long gravel drives, then stacking the piles where they will not blind a turn or flood a walk when they finally go. Commercial lots get opened before the first shift arrives; back roads get widened so two trucks can pass without either one taking the ditch. There is real craft in deciding where the snow ends up, and it only reveals itself in April, when the melt runs where it should. Cold, dark, early — and by daylight the place looks like winter forgot to stop by.