Monday, July 05, 2004

My dad and Josie resting at the top of Masada, looking a bit fatigued and flushed, and understandably so. I was the first to the top out of the group (besides Steve the Tour Guide) at 33 minutes. Josie and my dad were 2 and 3 - go Brawers! It's really not the distance or the steepness of the climb that kills you, it's the heat. I think it was about 105 degrees that day.  Posted by Hello


At March 31, 2006 at 12:43 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

im proud that you went to israel


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