ROSH HASHANAH EDITION
SECTION D PAGE 10
AFTER miles of climbing the jagged edge of Israel’s Karbolet Mountain, wilting from the vertical and melting in 98-degree desert heat, we held the treasure map in our trembling fingers.
This was not a map to Roman ruins or a friendly hikers’ hut, though there were plenty of those on our 600 mile route through the “Shvil.” What we sought was far more precious: Bottles of water, left by our outfitters, buried in sand as protection from desert pirates. The only water source for dozens of miles to get us through the next day’s spectacular march. No water means no progress; that was the harsh desert rule.
Marked with orange, blue and white stripes, the Israel National Trail meanders over 600 miles from the southern city of Eilat, to the northernmost kibbutz Dan.