Hancock climbs straight up from the Portage waterway, and by February the streets on that hill are canyons — snowbanks over the mailboxes, roofs shedding, more arriving off Superior most nights. All UP Snow Blowing works the steep side of that arithmetic, blowing and clearing drives, walks and steps through a season that counts its snow in feet, then mowing and trimming those same short, bright yards once the hill finally greens. What you remember is a stairway cut clean to the risers, and a drive opened all the way to the street on a morning when the county plow has just walled it shut again. Nobody up here asks whether it will snow, only how much and when. Summer is the reward, and it is brief enough that you notice every day of it.