My old friend, Mt. Kazbek. In the four times I have gone climbing on it, I have made many friends, pet numerous cows, used several walking sticks, seen more amazing ladscapes than I can ever possibly count, and once nearly died (see story: Man on a Mountain). Needless to say, it has become an essential part of my experience on this odd planet we call home. This year, I came back for another four nights and once more reached the frozen glacier (but this time shirtless). Here are some photos of the mountain in it’s glory, and me in my lack therefore of. Please enjoy!

Truso Valley

After the mountain, I went to another area in the region with a couple newfound awesome friends. Though not as imposing as the mountain itself, this walk contained far less people (and hence less noise), and eventually led to a really nice mineral water spring.

Friends

And finally, a big shout out to friends that were made along the way who made the time exponentially more enjoyable and saved me from hours of just an interior monologue to listen to. Then there were the dinners too, but that’s another whole story. Anyway, dziękuję przyjaciele!