There are times when the beauty of the desert lies in the fact that it’s absolutely devoid of the noise of life.
The sky was the crispest shade of cerulean, with cirrus clouds spattered around like white paint on a blue canvas. The mountain rock was stark and chalky in some places, like cut clay. In others, piles of sandy stones gathered to form sharp peaks.
Down below, we could see alabaster walls of smooth stone in all kinds of beautiful formations.
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.
Smooth white rock filled the bottom of the canyon, so soft that it reminded me of foam on top of the ocean.