We won a trivia challenge against other teams, lost at an arm-wrestling challenge (the other group cheated!) and won the best challenge of all: singing an original song. Ashley and I came up with the lyrics, which we sang to the tune of "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." It killed at the final challenge, had plenty of heart, and won us the whole contest. It was icing on the cake to a really incredible weekend.
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Anyway, finally reaching the end was amazing. The whole hike was a trip going east from the Mediterranean Sea and building up to arriving at the Sea of Galilee, and we reached the end in style. Noa had set up a visit to a pool right on the edge of the Galilee along with a barbeque, so we finished our hard, hot hike with full bellies and a refreshing dip in a cooled pool. Such a fantastic trip. Other than hiking and tent-ing it with Oren and other close friends, I got to know a bunch of good people, like Courtney, Jessica, Harry, Scott, Ben, Zack, Sharon, Allen and others.
The day after getting home, I bounced out to the city of Sderot, an Israeli city right on the edge of the Gaza Strip. It's famous for being bombed regularly by Arab militants. The city is shelled so often that their bus stations double as concrete bomb shelters, and people are regularly hurt or even killed by the routine rain of kasam rockets.
I have no idea how Nicky caught me on camera smiling in all that chaos.
Because this is what it was like outside.
And the need for Passover food was no joke out there.
The next day, I went out with Val and Oren to Ein Gedi, a hiking spot near the Dead Sea known to be where David fled from Saul in the Good Ole Days. The spot is hot for its incredible waterfalls and pools in the middle of a dusty old desert, and hiking it out there was worth all the hype. At first we came upon some picture-perfect pools that were heavily crowded, so we brushed by those in hopes of finding something better, although not without stopping to take some of it in.
But in trying to find a more promising trail, we had a long trek ahead with a hot sun, rocky desert terrain and time running out before the trail closed for the day. Pressing onward, thirsty, tired and barely oriented for a concrete direction, a happy ending to the day wasn't necessarily a given. But when we finally reached the new trail, and were given some helpful advice by the nice guy selling tickets there, things started to turn around. Here's how:
And even further down the trail, we were able to find the "hidden" waterfall we'd been gunning for all day. It took some more desert walking, but we were so refreshed and relieved it really was part of a fun ride.
Reaping our reward.
We even had a fantastic time on the way back, trekking a course alongside a river flowing back from the final waterfall. The scenery was relentlessly beautiful and our spirits were at their peak. To top things all off, we were able to pull off a good deed for someone. A father and son were walking just ahead of us at one point, when a wind blew the a cap off the son's head and down a steep rock face. When the father saw that we felt bad for them, he said losing the hat was no problem, and kept walking. After they left us, Oren said that we should get it back, Val agreed, and I started climbing down the rock face. It was deja vu from my fine example of rock climbing in Petra, but I got through it. When the three of us ran and returned the hat to the father, his face lit up. He touched my cheek with his hand in thanks, beaming. The three of us felt pretty damn good.
We got home satisfied with our day and ready for the approaching Passover weekend, which Oren turned into sheer gold for me. To be continued and all that. But the short version is that he came through big time, and showed me--even more definitively--what a great friend he really is.
Shalom,
Eric