M and I took a Saturday and ventured to Masada, south of the Dead Sea. Though the struggle we faced to get there was not of the same duration as the Roman soldiers laying siege to the mountain-top fortress, I did begin to wonder if we'd ever make it. You see, we got trapped in Jerusalem, wandering for forty minutes and forty seconds, waiting to stumble onto Highway 1. Hwy 1 eventually revealed itself and we were finally making our way, down, down, down towards the lowest "outdoor" point on earth.
My Mazda lease-car enjoying rest at a desert mirage
(First place in a long time that I've had to pay to use a restroom)
The southern bit of the Dead Sea
M thought it'd be fun to run up to the top of the mountain, but my new Mazda wouldn't hear of it! No hot and sweaty runner was going to blemish its new interior!! He had to be happy with the tram ride up instead...
The Trail of Sweat and Gnashing of Teeth in a Hot Dry Climate
(or why Sarah is not in charge of naming things)
A Byzantine church (built well after the days of Herod)
4 comments:
What kind of bird is that?
A heroic Herodian Heron, of course!
When this posts, does it show my time and then your time, or were you really on four minutes after me?
The most magnificent architectural/government outpost and military assault of it's time is visited 2000 years later, and you guys wonder about the bird?!??
then the time zone...
hmmm. maybe life does revolve around living humans :>
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