Soon, we found ourselves slowly ascending through Mars-like terrain.
The mountains dazzled us in shades of red, pink, and black.
But the story of the narcissus printed on the sign at Nahal Dimona described a young shepherd in the Negev desert.
Tidal pools full of fish and tiny crabs were left behind in the crevices.
We climbed along metal rungs that took us down a sheer cliff.