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Kody Dahl  People person, design person, coffee person, car person. More of all that at @chattanooga_cm, @whiteboardis, @nearlyracing.

Re-living last summer’s epic across the West a lot these last few weeks. It’s time.

What a morning. Watched the sun climb over Sequatchie, wandered through mile after mile of lush Tennessee farmland, and stumbled into this on the way home. #motorcyclesaredangerous, but maybe not in the way you’d expect.

I hate endurance sports—probably, in part, because I have no endurance. But. I’m learning that if the destination is neat enough, I can be tricked into suffering for more than just a sprint. And while it all started with climbing, I’m wearing so many signs of someone soon-to-be bicycle-obsessed. And if I’m honest, I’m pretty psyched about it.

I’ve never been much of a morning person—too many good things happen after the sun goes down, and sleep has to happen somewhere in there. But the beauty of these sunrises is talking me out of sleep so often these last few weeks.

Summer in the South is all about learning to love the morning.

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived, all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
―Cormac McCarthy

I’m thoroughly spoiled by this kind of closeness to nature. Rolling out of bed a little early to see the sun rise over this fog-filled canyon before work is-no bones about it-a gift. And an incredible way to start a Friday.

It’s outside-before-work season; breathing deep and hustling hard before the sun season. Or perhaps falling-in-water season. Summer feels near.

I’m completely obsessed with building-to-building pedestrian bridges. They’re improbable, unnecessary and often so ornate—architectural relics of a bygone era. I want one.

Back in this part of the world and despite the slowness of it all, grinning about it. Southern Tennessee in the springtime is magic.

Fulfilled a ten year music dream very early this morning—Fleet Foxes were everything I hoped and then some. While calling a show ‘pure’ or ‘timeless’ or ‘deep’ doesn’t really make a lot of sense outside of the context of that room...they’re the only words I can find that come close.

I’ve been in NYC making things for the last few days with a few of the @whiteboardis crew—and soaking up the pace and richness of the city every moment in between. I get such a deep sense of restless ambition from every side here, and it inspires me in a way very few other cities can. I’m headed home tomorrow to the waterfalls and gentle mountains, but for now-here’s to the concrete jungle.

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