The occasional noise of bird calls echoed from above. And besides that, there was nothing in the air but our conversation.
There’s just nothing quite like the pristine beauty of a desert oasis.
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.
We found Nahal Bokek, where we tramped through a river, waded in a waterfall pool, and discovered a great family trail that we never knew existed.
This time, we can honestly say that we’ve seen all of Nahal Yitla: from playful pathways, to barren hills, to the mysterious valley.