The storms that bury Lakewood usually come in the wrong way — up from the northeast, pushing wet against the foothills until a foot has stacked up by morning. Rocky Mountain Snow Plowing LLC is out in the middle of that, headlights in the falling dark, running driveways and lots hours before anyone's alarm goes off. Plowing where a blade fits, shoveling by hand where it doesn't, treating the slick tongue of ice that forms wherever a driveway tips toward the street. There is a particular pride in a cleared drive at six in the morning under a sky just going gray. The mountains get the postcard; the pavement gets the work.