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.
We climbed along metal rungs that took us down a sheer cliff.
I’m sure pools like this must exist in other parts of the world, but I’ve never seen them.