After midnight in December the commercial stretch along Route 173 belongs to the lights and the snow, and lots that were full at six o'clock lie open as white sheets. WW Legacy runs that shift — plowing lots and drives, stacking piles where they won't block a sightline, clearing walks and entrances, laying salt before the melt gets a chance to glaze over. Zion sits close enough to the water that a squall can drop an inch in twenty minutes and then quit entirely, so the night gets planned for both. There is a plain pride in a lot that's open and gritted before the first car pulls in. Nobody notices, and that is exactly the point.