Guttenberg wakes to the Mississippi River before it wakes to much else, ice building out from the bank below the limestone bluffs while open water still churns near the lock and dam downstream, and Miller's Lawn Care works the town's steep little streets with that river always somewhere in view. Bald eagles winter over near the open water below the dam, and it's not unusual for this crew to be clearing a driveway with one perched in a bare tree at the edge of the yard, unbothered by the scrape of a shovel. The limestone storefronts along the riverfront hold the cold differently than the newer houses up on the bluff, shaded longer into the morning, so the same storm asks for two different approaches depending on which part of town a driveway sits in. There's a plain pride in a clear path down to a river-town sidewalk before the first walkers of the day come through, ice broken off the stone steps these old buildings are built on. By midmorning, Guttenberg's narrow streets between the bluffs and the water are simply passable again, the river doing what it always does regardless.