Out toward the Grand River corridor the lots run wide and flat, acres of asphalt that have to be open before the first shift arrives. Hutson, Inc watches the radar over South Lyon the way farmers here once watched the sky, staging equipment while the system is still crossing the lake. Plowing big surfaces is a matter of pattern — where the piles go so they don't melt back across the drive lanes in Thursday's thaw, where the salt goes so the entrances never glaze over. Southeast Michigan winters rarely commit; they freeze, loosen and freeze again, and a route has to answer every turn of that. Done right, nobody notices, and that is precisely the point.