Plant something in Silverthorne and the mountain gets a vote — the soil runs thin, the nights turn cold in every month of the year, and the growing window shuts early. Neils Lunceford works with what actually thrives at this altitude, keeping lawns cut and edged, beds planted and cut back, and yards cleared out in spring and again once the aspen turn. Below Dillon Dam the Blue stays open all winter and the eagles hold the cottonwoods above it; this valley grows what it intends to grow, and the craft is in working alongside that rather than arguing. A lawn that looks effortless up here has usually been fussed over more than one that does not. That is the quiet pleasure of the whole thing.