Ice Chip International

About Ice Chip International

Suffield's north edge runs up flat against the Massachusetts line, and when the wind turns that way it crosses one open field after another with nothing standing in it — snow that fell once ends up falling three times. Ice Chip International spends those nights out in the middle of it: plowing, clearing walks, spreading salt and sand across lots and aprons that fill in again behind the truck. Every pass is a small argument with the weather, and every entrance won back at two in the morning is somebody who gets to leave on time. The reward is undramatic and worth it — black pavement, a straight-cut bank at the edge, traction where boots come down. Snow and ice work for Suffield and the towns that share its cold.