We climbed inside the dark tunnels of the bunkers like moles in a maze, emerging into the light and dug out trenches.
We watched as a pack of ibex ran wildly down the side of the cliff, as if to mock our careful ascent along the difficult terrain.
We climbed over large rocks, past splashes of greenery that always grow in the comparatively water-rich world of desert valleys
I collapsed into our car, tired but totally exhilarated. Our hike through Nahal Azgad and Nahal Ashlim had been a fun, beautiful, and challenging adventure.
That morning, we re-discovered the beauty of the silent desert.