Fifteen minutes ago Brian Hann was overlooking our work—still wearing a polo, after his day job working for Dewhirst Properties, he relaxed with beer in hand. I had just returned, hoping he wouldn’t notice the excavator that had slipped a track. It rested on churned red Tennessee clay like a beached whale. Brian was now hunched over the track, his polo had darkened from staggering heat and his hands were smothered in grease. This is how the trail projects worked in Knoxville, Tennessee. Like hi