Hiking the Golan: Take 2

To take advantage of the long weekend we decided to try hiking and camping in the Golan Heights again, this time with a map, a trail and designated (safe, vulture-free) campsite. While the online guide said that the hike was family friendly (read: easy) it promised spectacular views of a waterfall and beautiful flowers. The guide lied....at least in part.

We did find AMAZING views of the Sea of Galilee from about 5 miles away, gorgeous fragrant flowers in the midst of dry plains, a waterfall and more! The part it lied about was the difficulty. I don't know what kind of superhero Israeli family could hike 8.8 kilometers up the mountain, down the mountain, forge the river and not lose the oxen or the cart! (Oregon Trail?)

We were following the "red hamburger" - two short fat white lines and a red one in between. Every 10 to 20 yards a hamburger is painted on a rock or landmark to let you know where to go. After the first 15 beautiful minutes of hiking the hamburger disappears. To the right: a river. Ahead: Thick bush. To the left: a wall of boulders. Hmmm... where is that red hamburger? Ah..yes, of course. 15 feet above us on the top of the boulder pile. Climb!!

Continuing on our quest to make it to the camp site before sunset, we came upon a barbed-wire fence with a small metal door frame, with barbed-wire around the frame...and a metal bar diagonally blocking out the door. As Paul approached to try to squeeze through the small opening with his large hiking backpack, the bushes on the other side began to grunt. This was not a friendly grunt if such a thing exists, but a wild boar marking his territory type of grunt. While Paul wanted to rush in to see the boar, Jen wanted to be safe (and have time to take out the camera). Jen won, but Paul really had the better idea and all we have to show for this story is a footprint in the mud.

Continuing on, we came a 92ft deep fresh water pool! It was cold and oh so refreshing after 2hrs of hiking. Because we knew this was coming we had prepared with propper hiking/swimming atire, allowing us to enjoy the most refreshing swim ever! A short while later the river became a little wider and suddenly fell 200 feet into another beautiful pool. The promised waterfall.

Scared of the wind in the night?

Scared of the wind in the night?

Not really…but it could be a giant centipede…or a Philistine Viper…or a wild boar (did you see Bear Grylls try to take one on?)…or an Ibex. But it was none of these things that woke us up at 11pm and then again at 4am. It was something else…


Paul and I rented a car and drove north along the border with the West Bank, over the Jordan River and towards Syria. We hiked for the day at a national park and saw some beautiful flowers, cliffs and the ancient city of Gamla.

As the sun began to set we scoped out “camp sites” near the Dalyot River. We didn’t see many others in this area – just their tracks. Although, we did have to walk part of the trail behind these slow-pokes!


Anyway, at about 5pm we ate dinner – the delicious roasted eggplant pasta I’d made for us the night before – and headed to our site. Besides a few birds there was no sign of life. So we pitched a tent, started a fire, and watched the sun set. Star gazing until about 7 or 8pm, we decided to go into the tent (read: Jen was scared). I don’t know what time we went to sleep, but a few hours later we were awakened by the sound of something brushing our tent. The sound your big brother makes when he is trying to scare you. But Dusty is in California – not the Golan Heights. A little frightened (read: scared to death!), we start to think: Maybe it is just the night wind...or one of those giant centipedes we saw earlier. But then again, maybe it is one of the Philistine Vipers…or a wild boar! Oh my gosh, what if an Ibex is trying to get at our apples!!!

Paul grabs the clock (read his Blackberry) and we see to our dismay that it is only 11pm – we were hoping for sunlight, this is pretty scary! Eventually we go back to sleep. 4am – the tent is shaking again!!! Oh my gosh…oh my gosh. Snakes and Ibexes and boars – oh my! No…it is a RAPTOR! We are camping across the valley from the raptor/vulture observatory. There is a giant vulture perched on top of our tent. Ah… we waited him out, got another few hours of sleep and packed up camp. (P.S. I have the most amazing sleeping bag ever! Thank you Marc & Gaspar!)

On the way home we stopped to see the sunrise over the Sea of Galilee in Capernaum (Come follow me and I will make you fishers of men.) and passed the Mensa Domini church where Jesus appeared to the disciples and told doubting Thomas to feel his wounds. Next we trecked up the Mount of the Beatitudes but couldn’t really see it because those jerks charge you money to get in – and they don’t open the gates until 8am (it was like 715am). So we decided to take a short side trip and see Nazareth.

We went to mass (in Arabic) at the Church of the Annunciation where the angel Gabriel told Mary she was with child. Then we walked through Josephs old shop (more so we saw it from above – it is partially excavated and they let you look down into it). After some falafel we headed back home – and now we are exhausted. One quick note though: I never had anything in the States that resembled falafel and…I LOVE IT! Hmmmm!