Before there were roads, Rome was the carrying place — the mile or so of ground where travelers hauled their boats between the Mohawk and Wood Creek because the water quit on them. Hauling is still most of what this trade is: mowers up a ramp, blades onto a truck, snow moved from where it landed to where it can sit. Roe's Property Maintenance runs both ends of that, keeping lawns cut through the green months and driveways and lots opened through the white ones. Wood Creek still runs low and dark out through the flats west of town, and the seasons still hand off just as abruptly as ever. Show up, move what needs moving, leave it easier for whoever comes through the door next.