It was a place of supreme natural beauty. Smooth red and gold rock surrounded us, forming a round pool at our feet.
Old stone bridges stand covered in trailing ivy, the archways underneath revealing pools of sunlight reflected in the water.
The early morning sun shone gently through the trees. We were ready for another great adventure.
Neon blue dragonflies flitted from one trailing vine to the next. It felt like we were in a jungle stream, somewhere in South America.
There were bright green birds, black birds with orange bellies, and little fat gray birds. They flitted between the low bushes on the sides of the path, welcoming us to Nahal Mishmar.