Last summer, I spent some time at the Sunday River ski resort in Maine, which I had never before seen out of season. One of the intriguing things I came across in this out of usual time was a great sea of snowmaking hoses. In the winter, these hoses run all the way up the mountain, carrying water to be sprayed out into fine mists by what are essentially giant sprinkler systems, supplementing the often inadequate snow of the lower Eastern mountain ranges. When I came across them in the summer, though, they had all been laid out into mostly straight lines, apparently to dry or for maintenance, and to await their time to go back up and be returned to service.
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