Jordan and the Deep River

I can't tell you how many songs I have sung about the Jordan River. Church choirs, high school choirs, they all seem to chronicle the important river as noted in historical texts (and noted also in Joshua 3:17). Then there was Sunday school classes at church. If I were being honest, I never liked them despite how much Ronnie and Elyse Taylor, Steve Flowers and others prepared for the Sunday morning ritual. Talking about the old testament just wasn't my thing. Too many names, places and things that didn't seem to apply to my teenage life. Sometimes life gives you background knowledge that you need to sit on for many years. In this case, 20 years later, I was extremely thankful for their preparation efforts as I stood looking out over the promised land. But, I am getting a head of myself. Let's take the trip from the beginning.

We started out with a driver and fantastic tour guide, Jamila. She took us to Madaba the home of Mt. Nebo and rumored to be Moses' final resting place. This was clearly one of those, "Oh my gosh, I'm at Mt. Nebo" kind of moments. From here you can see the Jordan River, the Dead Sea and beautiful hills (which I had been missing after hanging out in very flat Doha!)  Madaba is one of the largest Christian centers of Jordan but also is known as a peaceful place where Christians going to church on Sunday can live peacefully with Muslims walking to the mosque for the call to prayer. It is an interesting place.

Katie with Curt and Belle Kenoyer. The Dead Sea is in the distance to the left and the Jordan River on the right. Am I really standing at Mt. Nebo?

At the same site, we saw century old Byzantine mosaics that were discovered after an archeology dig. These beautiful pieces were found under layers of other flooring to cover up the religion of the time.

The mosaics are beautiful and is a traditional craft to bring home from the region. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford the nativities available from the local store, but I took pictures to show the traditional patterns and ideas. The designs, workmanship and craft was outstanding. How do they make these, my crafty friends and family might ask? Here are the pictures that detail the progress:

The beginning of a mosaic: Create the drawing on canvas then use a brush to glue each individual piece in place.

The process of making the mosaics is tedious and intricate. I took a few more pictures of other mosaics for sale. I didn't make a purchase but certainly admired the craftsman ship an skill to create these beautiful works.

This was a traditional theme of the area: The tree of life.

This table shows the mound of canvas mosaics available for purchase!

On our way to our location, I enjoyed the local scenery. Beautiful hills, mountains, everything was such a change from my life in Doha. I forgot how majestic it can feel to be in this kind of environment. I also loved seeing locals doing their "local" thing.

This local man herds his livestock along the road: a typical sight.

We proceeded to visit other churches in the region and finally ended up at Petra, home of a wonder: actually a wonder of the world, and chronicled in the an Indiana Jones movie.

Petra is a legacy left by the Nabataeans living in the sandstone hills. They carved their livelihood and memorials into the mountain and the site is something to behold. We arrived in the evening, staying in a boutique hotel crafted to look like an old cave dwelling the place was supercute and very romantic for someone playing the fifth wheel. (Our group of five...two couples and me!)

My "room."

Inside of my stone built room. Beautiful!

We were only in the hotel a short time before loading the car to enter the Siq (walkway) to Petra at night. The event is crafted to be a silent walk through candle lit luminaries illuminating the path to the heart of Petra.  While our group adhered to the request not to talk, others seemed to be all words. Regardless, the experience tops the charts of all time coolest moments. Walking between the sand stonewalls lit only by candle light, was both humbling and eerie.  Civilizations before me spent years carving tombs for their loved ones. Laboring in the heat and snow to show their love, just to see the Romans cover it with cobble stones and arches. They carved these tombs even before the end was evident as carving some of these fantastic monuments and caves took decades to complete. It was humbling.

The almost two mile walk to the center of the city was long and beautiful. It gave me plenty of time to reflect on Iife, being alone, finishing my degree, staring a new life, all while feeling like a little part of a bigger world. I think I am still processing the experience even months later.  It was a beautiful reflective moment.

At the end of the Siq is a candle lit preview of the treasury in the heart of Petra.

When we reached the center city, it was breathtaking. The treasury, as it has been named (but was originally carved as a tomb) was huge and a site to behold after walking for so long in the star sprinkled sky. The local people covered the area in front to the building with candles. Although the pictures don't do it justice, I am thankful for my colleague Chris and Curt who worked hard to try for the perfect shot.

The treasury in Petra with visitors (seated below) listening to traditional Bedouin music.

Hundreds of luminaries created a humbling and spiritual experience.  A man in the distance plays traditional Bedouin instruments

The following day we did Petra by day. Again, transversing the Siq.

Katie in the ominous Siq on the way into Petra.

Belle and Katie on the left show just how big the Treasury is... Very big!

This time, guide Jamila gave us the details of each of thetombs and how previous rulers tried to transform the place based on their own religion, beliefs and values. It is hard to believe that someone would actually behead statues on these magnificent structures just because it didn't jive with the outsiders view of life. It makes me wonder what we are doing now to devalue the works and cultures of people in the name of a religion we think is right.

Katie and Belle pose for a picture inside Petra. What a huge place!

Katie inside one of the carved caves. The sandstone was beautiful.

Petra was extraordinary, in sight, design, company and heat.We spent the day walking through the red-colored sandstone structures and absorbing the vision and mastery behind the city. The Qatar Foundation once hosted a kiwi (New Zealand native) woman who married one of the locals and lived in a cave in Petra. I had started the book (Married to a Bedouin) before I left, but after stopping at her little shop in the cave, and meeting her son, (and now that I am done with school,) I am more committed to making time to finish it.

Traditional Bedouin man playing an instrument (with children).

My travel companions, all of whom are athletes and all of whom were in very good shape, decided that we should take the Oh-so-splendid hike up tothe Monestary of Petra. Accepting the call, I agreed and we started up the steps ( 800 in total) to reach the top.

From the left, Belle, Curt, Caz, Chris and out-of-shape, me.

We had the option of taking a mule tothe top, but heeding the warning from our guide (and the athletic achievements of the group) we walked. And, I can honestly say I believe that walking was amuch better idea. The mules (and their guides for that matter) were seemingly not bothered by the 800 steps and made the trek several times a day to take supplies to and carry trash from the few small caves at the top.   

Typical trek up the mountain to the Monastery.

I once heard my dad talk about taking a mule down the grand canyon and always wondered about the experience. Now, in Petra, without even riding one, I think I have a good idea what he meant. I honestly can't say this athletic feat was the best one of my life, but I can say the view at the top was breathtaking and I am thankful for my travel companions who endured my slow crawl to the top. ("must get back in shape" was the theme running through my mind.)

Yep, that is me at the bottom (the black blob with a purple shirt). Slow and steady wins the race right? (This picture shows about 20 of the 800 steps needed to get to the top, just to put it in perspective.)

At the top of the Mountain... we are the group sitting on the edge to the right of the tent. (Thanks Curt for getting this shot!)

The Monastery from afar.

When we got down from the monastery  (yes, 800 steps back down!) we still had to walk to and through the Siq, another few miles to the entrance.  The last kilometer we rode a horse to the top. It was good to be back on one and reminded me of the days at Jerry Everett's house when we would clean the stables and ride horses in the field.  (Those were great days on his farm!)

Given that we just experienced one of the wonders of theworld, it might been hard to believe that my favorite experience of the trip was just around the corner. We hoped in the van and headed to Wadi Rum, an area in the very southern part of Jordan.  Upon arrival, we left our air conditioned van and transferred to a old rugged desert jeep and proceeded to dive into the desert. Driving on the sand is a combination of driving on the ice, and through snow at the same time. It is slippery at times, but also hard to keep from getting stuck! 

Driver Ahmed with me in the front and Curt and Belle in the back!

The red rock and sand was beautiful and reminded me of train rides through Arizona and Utah (on the way to Julie Vanty 's wedding.) The flat desert was endless and refreshing but it made me hope our driver Ahmed knew where he isgoing.

Our group made Several stops along the way learning about sand script messages on the rocks and to do important things like role downthis sand mountain!

The travel group on the red sand dune in Wadi Rum.

We arrived shortly before sunset, just in time to grab a cup of tea and find our "primitive tents." if this is primitive, I might need to recalibrate some of my past camping experiences.

Beds, table, Kleenex,candle, etc were all provided.

Our camping site with individual room tents and a larger tent at the bottom for entertaining.

Loving every moment of the Wadi Rum sunset. These are the moments we live for...

The large gathering tent traditionally made of woven camelhair and the matching carpets provided shelter from the heat. The fire in the middle with majlis seating (cushions on the floor) surrounding it was cozy, rustic and amazing. After sunset and a wonderful dinner cooked in the traditional sand pit oven, we relaxed around the  fire.

It was at this time that the guide started questioning me regarding my husband, children and why I didn't have any of the above stated relationships. " Your getting old, don't you want to get married?" she asked.  I replied that I was hopeful that these blessings might somehow find me in the coming years. Then, the real fun began. " Well,  I think I have someone for you." she said. She proceeded to detail her brothers life to me through puffs of sweet smelling shesha (a traditional hookah pipe with water and tobacco.) I'll spare you the details, but in essence, she, as the master matchmaker that she is, offered me her brother and three children and a spot to be the third wife in the family. " He really wants a western wife." she said. I politely noted that finding a western woman to be a third wife was a tall order. Having lived in Canada she knew this, but said,"it never hurts to try." It was a moment where you can only be flattered that she thought enough to ask you to be the "love of his life, something that he didn't find in his first two wives." I will file this as a honor, smile and will keep looking. :)

Thankfully we were interrupted by the arrival of a hedgehogwho often visits the campsite. He was cute and prickly and certainly a first for me.  The animals (there are a lot of different kinds including sand foxes,etc) visit the camp site for dinner leftovers and the owners oblige because the wildlife is what keeps the tourists entertained.  Have you ever seen a hedgehog? (I know Lily Gregg would have loved it!)

The friendly hedgehog that visited our site!

At the end of the night, the hedgehog left, the fire dwindled and I went to sleep as a single woman sleeping in a camel tent in the desert. It's good to be a single girl!

In Wadi Rum at the end of a perfect day!

The morning came soon and the bright sun against the redrock was stunning. Sunglasses were a necessity and it now made me understand why the men and women need coverings on their head. First it provides coverage on their neck and secondly, when wrapped strategically, it acts as a sun-visor.  (This is smart!)

After a breakfast that we made in the fire, we were ready for our camel trek back into town. The young man who owned my camel was 14, but looked no more than 10. We were told that his father has recently passed away and he was feeling a little lost, so the men at the campsite were taking him under their care. He was, at the age of14, the primary care giver for his family. I immediately connected with the young man whose age was the same as Lily's. It seems so unfair that children should accept so much responsibility at such a young age. I saw a reflection of my own sadness in his eyes and enjoyed spending the day with him. It was clearly a very good match.

The camel trek...

Now I should probably go on the record to indicate just how long I have wanted to ride a camel. The answer: forever.  This might seem like a strange answer but for a kid that has grown up with more nativity scenes than most stores carry in a season, camels are a VERY bid deal. In fact, nativity scene purchases in my mind are less about the people in them and more about the unique animals that grace them.  The animals tell an important story about the setting of the story.

(Let me digress for a moment.) As a young girl we once received a jungle nativity scene from the Tosi family with elephants and snakes among other unique jungle animals. I always thought that was really cool. Later in life I enjoyed shopping for unique animal pieces to scenes, like a precious moments scene where Keith Alexander and I purchased a nice assortment of farm animals beyond the "regular cow and sheep." Recently my travels to Central America led me to purchase a nativity with a sloth (which I thought might be the coolest animal I have yet to add to the collection!) The animals in the nativity are a very big deal and tell about the location of the nativity mores than the nativity itself. So you can imagine that actually riding one of these amazing animals that supposedly brought the kings to visit a new baby, would certainly fulfill a reoccurring dream.

Silly me, I thought that these long legged animals were made to ride. As it turns out, they don't like it one bit. I mean if you made me sit down and then put an overweight American on me then told me to stand up, I might be a little aggravated as well. My 14 year old friend, held my camel down and as soon as I climbed quickly on top, he awkwardly sprang to his feet shifting his weight to the front and back. I now know why the handles on the saddle are so important. (note to self, nativities without saddles aren't authentic!)

Katie loving the camel ride in Wadi Rum. Mark this off the bucket list!

Katie with a whip on her camel

The first part of the ride was exciting and thrilling, bouncing back and forth gaining the rhythm of her stride. It wasn't too long after the start that my young hearder gave me his homemade whip complete with wire ends to give the camel a little extra go. (It made me sick to think about using it, but the boy insisted that I must keep the camel with the rest of the pack.) The journey was about 2 hours long which made the last 1.5 hours if the journey very uncomfortable. No stirrups made it difficult to keep circulation in my legs and the tour guide taught us another way to keep our legs active. (see my picture below)

About an hour into the trek each of the girls are trying to find a new way to comfortably ride the camel...
(this is an oximoron.)

By the end of the journey, the insides of my legs were bruised both from squeezing the camel to stay on and because of the uncomfortable saddle (note: nativities with kings that wore lots of clothing must have ridden a camel because they had a long journey and needed the extra cushion).

When it came time to stop, my young guide (who walked the whole way) made the camel sit to the ground again. And I, in all my glory, wanted to get off of him quickly as to not anger him. But in my haste, my grounded leg gave out and I rolled off of him in the most ungrateful fashion and landed smack on the ground. Luckily no one got that moment on camera and the camel didn't seem in a rush to get up so he couldn't step on me. It gave everyone a laugh and I dusted the sand off of me and continued to the van.

Katie falling off the camel!

On the drive to the next destination, we ran across a caravan of army vehicles who were presumably on their way to set up a boarder control or start a new boarder control (Syrian border) but their purpose was unknown. The caravan was driving slowly in the left hand lane and our efficient driver moved closer and closer to the line of cars in an effort to pass them in the left lane. They did not yield to us. It was now apparent that the large stationary machine gun mounted to the back of the vehicle and the man behind it (looking at us) was there for a purpose. We continued to move closer (now what some might call tailgating) until the gun was pointed very close to our windshield, with less than a compact car difference between ours and the big gun at our windshield. At this point we could see the expression on the face of the man with the gun. My colleague traveling with us said, "you know we have three kids at home that we would like to see again!" everyone laughed and just about that time the man with the gun waved us around to pass on the right side of the caravan. It is true that we are close to a lot of scary things happening in the region. However I didn't feel unsafe or unsettled. Especially with a guide,everything is calm and my travel companions were fantastic!

Headed to the Dead Sea... going beyond sea level!

The van then traveled the Kings Highway north toward the Dead Sea. This is another place I'd been wanting to visit since those Sunday School days. I remember one of the only things I liked about the old testament were the maps of the regions and the Dead Sea was always there. The sea is given its name because of the extremely high salinity (lots of salt, for those young ones reading) content.

A salt covered rock in the dead sea. Lots of these are along the shoreline.

Virtually nothing can live there, and whatever is there, floats. The dead sea is known for its healing properties and mineral clad mud so it was only natural that I should (along with others) coat myself in the thick, rich mud, then wash it off by floating in the sea.

Katie and Belle having a mud bath outside of the Dead Sea.

The feeling is unreal and literally, you cannot touch bottom because you are floating. Women seemed to have an easier time than men staying upright, but that didn't stop us from trying it out.

Floating in the Dead Sea... sans tan. What a cool feeling!

It's not enough to just float in the sea...you have to pretend you are superwoman too!

The Dead Sea was an awesome experience and one that I would repeat if life presents the chance. VERY cool.

The four day trip seemed like an tremendously long and relaxing vacation. We covered a tremendous amount of the small country and I am ever so grateful to have experienced the beauty of it all. If I go again I will spend a week at the Bedouin camp site and the Dead Sea, soaking up the vast scenery and enjoying feeling like a little part of a very big and beautiful world. I remain thankful for all I have been given and for the adventures that help me see and experience the world. And thankful for friends who were willing to share their adventure with me.