Friday we had a short day planned because we needed to be finished by 2pm in order to catch a bus to Be'er Sheva (Beersheba) before Sabbath set in. We had thought to walk to Kibbutz Devira, but with our newfound speed, that would only take us a few hours, and we were leaving at 8am. So we stretched it out to aim for the next interchange, just past the next kibbutz, Lahav. As it turns out, these two kibbutzim make all the dumpsters in Israel; cool, eh?
So Friday we added six kilometers and made it to highway 358 long before Sabbath concerns. :) It started off with a mystical foggy morning -- I think this was the day I got a little sunburned. Those "short" days with fog and cloud cover'll getchya every time, won't they!
We'd left the wheat fields behind and traded them in for some rolling hills of dirt (probably former wheat fields) and what I think was parsley! Mmmm, parsley.
And then it was a hike up one hill and down the other side, and then up and down the next. K was reading me the description, and just after I described it as a roller-coaster day, the book did, too. And we were both right. :) That pretty much describes the day. Up a hill, Oooooo, pretty view...of...the next few hills. Then down that hill to face the next. In memory it kind of feels like bobbing in the waves at Long Beach when I was little. Uuuuup to the crest of the wave, aaaaannnnnd doooowwwwwwn to the valley, and then uuuuuup, and dooowwwwwwnnnn...
No trees to speak of, so we were a bit creative with our bathroom breaks. ("Um, that piece of hill is a little higher than the rest. I'll use that...") Haha
And of course the insects and little flowers here and there sprinkled the day with little highlights along the way.
When we got to the bus stop, it was about an hour before our ride would come, but we had so much to do we didn't even try to hitch. K made phone calls to potential trail angels for the next week, and I searched transportation and weather information and did a little blogging.
We caught the bus down to Beersheba and spent the weekend with the family of one of K's local interpreter friends. It was really great to hear more about the interpreting field here as well as about the classes she is teaching in the new interpreter education program here. And she and her husband took us for some sightseeing in and around Bersheva -- to an outdoor art museum...
An old train station built by the Turks,
And a museum Calligraphy art installation.
We rested a lot Friday night and Saturday morning and evening, and Sunday morning. We showered, did laundry, relaxed, caught up on some Facebook, email, grading, videos, etc., and chatted and laughed and played with the dog and kids and new friends. Then Sunday early afternoon, our friend (she's my friend now, too :)) drove us back up to the Lahav Interchange, and we continued on the Shvil toward Meitar for the next night.
So Friday we added six kilometers and made it to highway 358 long before Sabbath concerns. :) It started off with a mystical foggy morning -- I think this was the day I got a little sunburned. Those "short" days with fog and cloud cover'll getchya every time, won't they!
We'd left the wheat fields behind and traded them in for some rolling hills of dirt (probably former wheat fields) and what I think was parsley! Mmmm, parsley.
And then it was a hike up one hill and down the other side, and then up and down the next. K was reading me the description, and just after I described it as a roller-coaster day, the book did, too. And we were both right. :) That pretty much describes the day. Up a hill, Oooooo, pretty view...of...the next few hills. Then down that hill to face the next. In memory it kind of feels like bobbing in the waves at Long Beach when I was little. Uuuuup to the crest of the wave, aaaaannnnnd doooowwwwwwn to the valley, and then uuuuuup, and dooowwwwwwnnnn...
No trees to speak of, so we were a bit creative with our bathroom breaks. ("Um, that piece of hill is a little higher than the rest. I'll use that...") Haha
And of course the insects and little flowers here and there sprinkled the day with little highlights along the way.
When we got to the bus stop, it was about an hour before our ride would come, but we had so much to do we didn't even try to hitch. K made phone calls to potential trail angels for the next week, and I searched transportation and weather information and did a little blogging.
We caught the bus down to Beersheba and spent the weekend with the family of one of K's local interpreter friends. It was really great to hear more about the interpreting field here as well as about the classes she is teaching in the new interpreter education program here. And she and her husband took us for some sightseeing in and around Bersheva -- to an outdoor art museum...
An old train station built by the Turks,
And a museum Calligraphy art installation.
We rested a lot Friday night and Saturday morning and evening, and Sunday morning. We showered, did laundry, relaxed, caught up on some Facebook, email, grading, videos, etc., and chatted and laughed and played with the dog and kids and new friends. Then Sunday early afternoon, our friend (she's my friend now, too :)) drove us back up to the Lahav Interchange, and we continued on the Shvil toward Meitar for the next night.
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