I have a terrible habit of never going to obvious places that are right around me. For example I lived within 100 miles or so of Death Valley for 26 years and never once went. Then I moved thousands of miles across the country and finally arranged a trip to Death Valley. Same with Catalina Island, which was always a mere 26 miles away. Until it wasn't. And then I went.
I've been joking for some time that Savannah GA is going to be my new Death Valley, which I suppose would make Cloudland Canyon my new Catalina Island. Except that it appears I'm getting better about these things. Maybe. I wouldn't say I got myself to Cloudland Canyon, but events did conspire such that I ended up in Cloudland Canyon before we left Georgia. Progress.