Nahal Arugot, the Hidden Waterfall, and the Fairy Pool up above were like secrets of the desert, just waiting to be discovered by anyone willing to dig a little deeper.
Before long, we were at the foot of a massive climb – pale rocks like uncut gemstones, glistening in the early morning sun.
Here in the Ramon Crater, there are hard rocks and soft rocks. Red ones and black ones. Chalky white dirt and deep red sand. There’s nothing monotonous about it.