Snowmaking’s Secret Sauce

Imagine this: You’re a snowmaker on a snowmaking gun run. It’s 2 a.m., and the wind is howling with snow swirling about. Visibility is 10 feet, and every step fights you. Sled guns are poking through the snow like miniature volcanoes. One hundred feet of hose—wait, what hose? The pipe has started freezing, and at shift change, all the radios were dead. Now, you’ve dropped your cell phone while trying to text for help and it’s gone. Two hours have turned into 12. Finally, as you reach the shop, exhausted, a manager approaches. They’re furious, ticked because they couldn’t reach you and expected you to check twice as many guns as you did.

You love snowmaking. There’s just nothing else like it. But after this experience, you’re reconsidering: Is this really what you want in life?