Well, I do. But hiking opens my eyes and heart in such an incredible way, I
become inspired to share these experiences.
the more drawn I am to the simple life of the trail where I am focused solely
on placing one foot in front of the next, gazing at nature’s wonders with every
breath of fresh air.
person, a hero in my hiking story. As we were taking a morning break on the
edge of a steep wadi, a head popped up in front of us. A slight young woman
with an imposingly huge backpack, a khaki canvas hat and round glasses asked if
this was the right trail. Turns out she was on the right trail going in the
wrong direction.
friendship with one very special woman named Hilary. She is walking the Israel
Trail as I write this. This letter is dedicated to our new trail friend. (Are you curious as to why we named her Sir Edmund Hillary?)
and sense of adventure. After spending 18 months of volunteering in poor
communities all over Asia, helping the poor, teaching them and inspiring them,
you have decided to visit Israel.
Wyoming, had not met Jewish people before. In fact, your motivation for walking
the Shvil Israel came from reading a National Geographic article. Was it the
same article I linked to in my last post? The article intrigued you so much, you
caught a plane to Ben Gurion airport and took a bus straight to Kiryat Shmona. On
December 18, you started walking south from Nimrod’s Castle.
foreign land with a foreign language. You do not know a word of Hebrew and cannot
even read the road or trail signs. Yet you have a goal. A very ambitious goal.
side of a road. Two soldiers found you and offered you accommodation nearby.
You followed, wondering whether this was safe or crazy until you realized that
you were in a country where people look after each other.
the homes of perfect strangers, trail angels who happily invite you into their
lives. They provide you with hot meals, a snug bed, laundry facilities and warm
company.
Friday night dinners at many Israeli tables. “I just love Shabbat,” you said.
“It’s like having Thanksgiving dinner every week. It’s amazing that families
are together so often.”
that you didn’t bring one, assuming Israel was always a hot country, she
explained that winters in Israel are cold. “And you’ll be in the desert in
January?” she asked in shock. “Take this,” she said, handing you a coat.
wearing this same coat. In fact, you said you were wearing everything you had
in your backpack. I was intrigued by the beauty of your life on the trail: the
sheer simplicity of this in a world over run with stuff and where quality is
gauged by quantity. Not so on the trail, where every ounce of weight in your
backpack is a commodity and can weigh you down.
and determined to finish the trail. You
have seen more of Israel than most Israelis ever will in a lifetime. And we
hope you will go home and tell your story.
hospitality you experienced here, about the beauty of the land, the generosity
of the people and their love for life.
next hike together.
From your admiring hikers and new Israeli friends
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