From his perch high above the street, a snowplow driver has a different view of winter.
Cars driving below seem small, and people shoveling their walks are seen for just a moment before disappearing in the rearview mirror. The cabin jolts in every direction as the truck lumbers through ruts and across slick intersections, churning snow onto drifts lining the road.
Doug Gaasvig, 61, became a Hennepin County snowplow driver in 1991, just two months after the infamous Halloween blizzard.
By 8 a.m. Friday, he'd already been working for seven hours. His days are dictated by the weather. When the forecast says a storm is coming, he knows to expect a late-night call telling him to come in. Drivers typically work five-day weeks, but if it snows on their day off, they come in.
Usually, plowing begins about 2 a.m. and continues into the afternoon. After a storm like Thursday night's, though, work begins earlier — in this case, at 1 a.m.
7:50 a.m. Outside the Bloomington garage housing the plows, there's a parking lot with a fuel pump and a shed housing a mountain of salt. Gaasvig, in worn jeans, a jacket, a reflective vest and a camouflage baseball cap, stopped to fuel up his truck. He'd already driven more than 100 miles that morning.
8:11 a.m. After meeting up with another driver, his working partner who follows the same route, Gaasvig left the lot. His regular route, which he'd already run twice today, follows Portland and Nicollet avenues, running past the Mall of America and extending to Fort Snelling.
He soon lost track of his partner. On a clear day like Friday, they don't need to talk much. "Then you can crank the radio," he said.