I didn’t go to the mountainous areas. I was surrounded by them while residing for a week in the great city of Tbilisi. I could see them on the hot air balloon ride, or from the cable car ride up to Turtle Lake.
Oh god, not another cliche mountain metaphor. (Interestingly, my “Climbing Mountains” article remains in draft form here are Medium, for the moment.)
Earlier this month, I was away for a family get together and a close family wedding.
Similar to my trip to Tbilisi, I had some leisure but also “work.” Okay it was not the same thing. The preparation sort of felt similar to a speaking role at a conference, because I was the designated Emcee for the “Walima,” the reception on the Groom’s side. So it felt like a speaking engagement. It was really a very honorable thing to be asked for this role, by my cousins in a very extravagant occasion, and for a close family gathering.
I decided to drive to the wedding which was taking place in Ohio and Michigan. The day I left, driving west through Maryland and west Virginia and Pennsylvania and then Ohio, I came across a mega-storm. I would later hear that this particular storm was in the news.