Fallen trees turned into fun log bridges, useful for crossing water that we were actually happy to splash through. Pink petals fluttered down from the tall bushes up above.
Birds chirped. Ivy and moss climbed up against the walls. And the sunlight peeked through the trees, sending a spray of light through the mist.
It’s not unusual to find a river in the stones here in Israel. Or green and hilly fields of wildflowers. But the combination of these two elements in such a striking way turned Nahal Tavor into a secret paradise, tucked away from the crowds.
Sometimes it seems as if there are no woodland paths or long rambling trails near where we live. But there are lots of them – really close by.