Day Nine (Group B - Dead Sea & Masada) Ooooh, You Really DO Float! (Randy Dickson)
We started our day out waking up in Jerusalem.
From there we headed on down to Masada through the Judean Desert. Along the way, we were told a story about some Bedouin children playing in the caves up above and around us as we were driving by. They were throwing rocks in the caves when they heard an unfamiliar sound to them from one of the rocks that they had thrown. When they went to investigate, they found that the rocks had hit some clay pots, and that was an unfamiliar sound. Upon further investigating, the pots had scrolls in them. Those scrolls turned out to be the Dead Sea scrolls!

And now on to the star of the day: We made it to Masada!
The group took a gondola up to the top, and I (Randy) steadfastly wanted to hike it. So I missed most of the retelling of the story, although I know the outline. The snake path, which zig zags (for our bus driver Sinai who loved that silly sounding word) up the east side of the mountain, provided me with some beautiful views of the desert meeting the Dead Sea. At the top, Eric was taking us around to various sections of the ‘city’, explaining how they lived back then. Here he is (pic on the right) explaining to the group about their water storage, and retrieval. He also relayed a powerfully moving story which beautifully summed up the sentiment of the whole experience:
- On January 10, 1943, Eric’s grandparents, who were in arguably one of the worst places on earth at the time, the Warsaw Ghetto, were ‘celebrating’ their marriage. His grandfather was also organizing the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising which would happen in a mere, few, short months. The personal connection to Masada is, that very same day, members of the Zionist Youth Movement, ‘broke into’ Masada, and ‘graffiti-ed’: “Masada will not fall again.” Just an absolutely beautiful personal connection to tie everything together.
From there, I took the gondola back down with the group, and it was a short ride over to the Dead Sea. Highlight for me, was watching and hearing person after person walk in, and say...
‘Oooooh, you really do float!’
‘Oooooh, you really do float!’

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