The climb up a treacherous gravel mountain path seemed endless in the pre-dawn darkness of Eastern Turkey. The steep hundred-foot drops to the sides were thankfully obscured by the shadows. Panting and exhausted from a 4 am wakeup call and the early morning workout, finally the mountain top was visible. A handful of people were already there, peering to the east expectantly. We waited as the sky very, very slowly began to brighten. The deep black became dark blue then periwinkle. More waiting, then a stripe of pink appeared on the horizon. The Euphrates River became visible below us, twisting beneath the high mountains that still denied us our first glimpse of sun. Finally, the long-awaited flame-red ball peeked over the mountain range, its rays revealing in full light the ancient glory of King Antioch and his tumulus.