My kids took turns executing running jumps from the top of the high dunes, knowing that they would land in the soft sand below. They trudged slowly up the sand hill, then ran down as fast as momentum could carry them.
To get close to the sea, you had to get wet.. Soaked sweatshirts came off and pants were rolled up. And the children raced towards the waves, splashing in chilly sheer joy.
At the Nahal Pura Nature Reserve, mid-winter is a happy time. From riverbeds to buried treasure, this National Park contains all kinds of surprises waiting to be stumbled upon.
It was still early in the morning. And the light that filtered through the soft clouds rested gently on a field of tightly closed, red anemones. In between were soft pillows of yellow and bright pops of purple. We had arrived.
Getting away to this part of the desert felt like an unusual mix of nature and nostalgia. It was escaping the ruckus of everyday life and reaching a simpler time and place.