Do You Want Ice With That, Sir?

{access view=!registered}Only logged in users can view the full text of the article.{/access}{access view=registered}Clue one: Driving cross country in the winter of 1992, I saw my first wind farm along a vast stretch of cold, barren Wyoming. It was one of those clear, dry, hyper-cold days when the snow blows like dust across the highway, melts and instantly re-freezes into perfectly formed ice rails where warm truck tyres had passed only moments before.