West of town the pines take over, and on a cold clear night after a storm the road out toward Bass River runs quiet and blue-white beneath them. That is Fogarty Contracting's hour. Plows moving before dawn, lots and driveways pushed back to their real edges, salt laid on the spots that will glaze over as the temperature drops toward morning. Snow this close to the ocean is heavy and it wants to set up hard, so the work is about reaching it early and taking it all the way down to the pavement. The reward is plain enough: an open drive, a clear apron, and a Tuckerton morning that starts on schedule.