I had hiked the Snake Path (aka cardio-death) at Mt. Masada when I was in Israel 8 years ago. Now, venturing back to Israel with my husband for his first time, he begged me to hike it again. I was so pissed-- why did I have go to through the excruciating pain of getting to the mountain again at 3:45am, climbing a 1,300 ft tall pile of dust for over an hour, just to see the sun rise over the Dead Sea one more time?! But he insisted. So I played good wifey ;)
And I couldn't be happier that I did it...again! It was even better than the first time.
When we traveled back down the mountain at around 8am, we stopped along the road to take these photographs. The desert is so vast in Israel, and it's easy to find yourself looking around to find nothing but sand. I'll never forget this day-- a favorite travel moment of my life.