Blue Collar Badger

About Blue Collar Badger

Woodruff sits where 47 meets 51, and in February those junctions are the first thing awake — headlights, plow lights, exhaust steaming in air that has not been above zero in a week. Blue Collar Badger works the snow here: plowing drives and lots, cutting banks back before they swallow the parking, clearing walks and entries so the day can start on time. This far north the accumulation stacks up rather than melts away, so where the snow goes matters as much as moving it. There is a straightforward pleasure in a lot pushed clean and squared off while the town is still dark. By the time the coffee is on, half the route is already behind them.