The first stop out of the Smoky Mountains is Hot Springs. The trail goes straight through town, no detours or shuttled required. The main hostel is Laughing Heart, a B&B as well as the AT hiker bunkhouse. It is located just outside town, and a short walk to the grocery shop, the outfitters, ice cream shop and local brewery.
That night there was a bonfire and we met several other AT hikers. After a jolly night, we left town and went back to the trail. Immediately there was a steep climb, out of the river valley into the mountains. A landmark on the way is known as ‘Lovers Leap’ after a local Native american story about two young lovers. Their families that did not approve, and so, together they jumped to their deaths. It reminded me a lot of Romeo and Juliet.
On the trail, we passed a few familiar faces – at this point, more and more hikers had trail names. Bagel was heading for the ‘Cookie Lady’s’ house. This old lady is known for offering water, a rocking chair, and free cookies to any hiker who walks the extra 300 yards off trail to her house. Slim Pickings was suffering from black widow spider bites and had slowed down. Riot had decided an extra day in town was just the thing. Scoops was miles ahead of everyone as usual.
The next few days were the hottest yet, and hiker after hiker was falling sick with the dreaded Norovirus. Dan caught the bug shortly before we reached the next town, so we shuttled into Erwin and took an extra day at Uncle Johnny’s hostel for him to rest. The second night, there was a hiker named Laos who had just finished his section, and he made a BBQ feast. The rest of us bought drinks and snacks to contribute and we had another great evening. We also met two hikers who we would see the whole way to Katahdin, Stealth and Pigeon.
On a cool and misty day, we got a shuttle of Erwin and began the hike to Roan Mountain, the next Big Climb, and a surprisingly gentle one, when compared to what we had just done in the Smokies. This was one of the coldest nights on trail, with the temperatures hovering at freezing. The next morning, I saw for the first time ice crystals in the soil.
Happily, we stumbled across more trail magic at the foot of the mountain. A hiking group out of Tennessee was setting up with hot tomato soup, grilled cheese sandwiches, hot chocolate and coffee(!) and the usual assortment of bars, chips, soda, and first aid basics.
From here it was a nice easy coast down into Carter’s gap,where we would be staying at Mountain Harbour hikers hostel. Home to the most famous breakfast on the Appalaichan trail!
Damascus was the first major ‘hiker vortex’ town we encountered. People would walk in, everyone planning to take a zero, enjoy a hot meal, see familiar faces, and hike on. How we, with so many hikers taking zero’s it was an easy place to spend an extra day (or two).
We managed to escape the vortex, mostly because of Dan’s visa clock, tik-tok, tik-tok. There was however, a very jolly night with Slim, Bagel, Scoops n Blue, singing songs to the guitar. So, with a later start than usual, we took the Virginia Creeper Trail. This is one of the ‘Rail to Trail”s that are becoming more common in the States. Old railroads – reliably flat, wide, and near water – have been converted into biking and hiking paths. On a dreary, drizzly morning, it made for a fast and pleasant walk out of town. 13 easy miles, and then back up into the mountains to rejoin the trail.
Our next major ‘highlight’ of the trail was yet another steep climb to high altitudes – the Grayson Highlands, home of the famous wild ponies. It would be 2-3 days of sustained high altitude during an unusually cold spring. The highlands were ecologically unique, with lots of balds. These are big, wide open spaces that have very few scraggly trees and lots of wide open meadows.
But, there were ponies. And snow. May 1 and there were tiny little flakes falling from the sky. In the morning, at the designated shelters (there is no free camping in the Highlands) hikers were waking up to frost, crunchy socks, and beautifully freezing scenery.
We hurried through, and began the final ascent to the famous ‘Friendship Shelter’. It is the first fancy shelter on the trail, with fancy meaning that it has four walls and a roof. Also, a hot shower (usually, but not always in service). There is a visitor center nearby that is friendly to hikers, heated, and has a land line which is most frequently used to ORDER PIZZA. After leaving Damascus, this is THE highlight.
It is also the jumping off point for the shuttle to Marion – a handy town to re-supply, have a hot meal, go to an outfitters, and even do laundry if you stay at the hostel ‘Merry Hiker’. This hostel is conveninelty located downtown above the outfitters.
From Marion, the next town is Pearisburg. Home of one of my favorite hostels, and the point in Virginia when spring truly sprung.
There are many ways to hike the AT -NOBO vs SOBO, flip flop or LASHing- but every hiker will spend a few nights under a roof, in a bed on the way. Dan and I managed about once a week to sleep inside with all the perks. Even if not officially a ‘hostel’ most places that welcome hikers offer at bare minimum shower & laundry. Most will also have loaner closets – spare, Clean clothes that hikers can wear while washing everything else. Sometimes, it’s just a campground that offers free or discounted camping for thru-hikers. Once memorable occasion, it was a drive-inn movie theatre. Each spot will have it’s own unique atmosphere based on the people who run it, do they cater only to AT hikers, and how close to the ‘bubble’ you are.
Here are the places we stayed, from south to north:
Above the Clouds, GA Around the Bend, GA* Gorgeous Stays, NC Franklin Hotel, NC Laughing Heart, TN Uncle Johnnys, TN Mountain Harbor,TN Boots Off, TN Broken Fiddle, VA Merry Hiker, VA Quarterway Inn, VA* Wood Hole, VA Angels Rest, VA* Middlecreek Campground, VA Devils Backbone Brewery Campground, VA Stanimals Waynesboro, VA Open Arms, VA Mountain Home, VA* Bears Den, VA Towns Inn, WV Zero Day, PA South Mountain Hotel, PA Ironmasters Mansion Hostel, PA* Doyle Hotel, PA Sunny Rest, PA DWG, PA/NJ Warwick Drive-In, NJ Maria’s, CT Catamount Inn, VT Inn at the Long Trail, VT Hikers Welcome, VT The Notch, NH* Libby’s House, NH Ellis Pines, ME Roadhouse of Maine, ME* Hostel of Maine, ME Shaws, ME
*My Favorite Hostels
Everybody has different taste when it comes to what you want from a hostel. On the AT the hostel vibes ran from quiet and sedate to full-on party places. Most had a balanced blend of the two, with a couple extremes. For Dan and I, we found our favorite’s tended to be clean with a good kitchen, close enough to town that we could wander or shuttle in to shop and have a meal. We also enjoyed places that had comfortable communal living space, where hikers could lounge on comfortable couches and talk, or catch up on the socials.
Roadhouse of Maine (ME): the epitome of a hikers hostel. Shuttle pick-ups and drop-off included with stay This was one of the few times we stayed in a dorm, and it was incredibly well designed-privacy curtains, charging ports, personal nightlights and fans with plenty of room to re-organize your pack. THe private rooms were small, and grouped along the hallway to the bathrooms. Downstairs was magnificent. Log cabing interior style, a huge kitchen with two fridges, tons of shelves for storage, and a massive stove, with two smaller ovens for pizzas. Living room with a TV & comfortable seating on couch for ten, and another seating area around a smaller coffee. There was also a corner bar with Another pizza oven, and a small drinks fridge (no beers on sale but the shuttles ran at hikers convenience until 8pm and would take you into town for whatever you needed). They also had a very well-stocked re-supply shop, at prices that weren’t too outrageous. Breakfast for additional fee.
Extra points: when you left in the morning, one of the ‘Jens’ would be sure to snap your polaroid and put it on the wall in the kitchen. It was really fun to find hikers we met who had already passed this way.
The Notch Hostel (NH): this hostel caters to both AT thru-hikers, and to people who are coming to New Hampshire to complete various other milestones, and casual hikers. It’s very comfortable with 4-6 bed rooms, multiple bathrooms and showers, a gorgeous dining room with good sized kitchen. There is a normal sized living room, and lots of outdoor seating, comfy hammock, and two balconies. All hiker gear is stored in a shed outback, so the inside is clean and uncrowded. It has the feeling of a well-organized BnB, with meticulous decor, and private rooms with comfortable beds. One of the private rooms has it’s own bathroom and balconey.
Extra points: You can slackpack here from Hikers Welcome which is just on the other side of Mt Moosilauke, and they offer a free slackpack when you stay two nights to help the AT hiker get over and through the Kinsman Notch, which is one of the most challenging 15 miles on the AT. They also have bikes you can take into town, which is about 15 minutes away.
Ironmasters Mansion Hostel (PA): just a few miles past the halfway point, this old mansion is a located in a state park, near the AT museum. It can sleep at least 30 people, and the private room here feels like something out of a museum with antique furniture, an enormous bed, and a private en suite bathroom. There is one caretaker running the whole thing, so self check-ins and making your own bed is part of the deal. It’s a historic building in it’s own right, and next door is a general store that has a grill which is open most of the day. It’s only a five minute walk to the lake for a swim where there is also a snack shack with limited food options. Kitchen facilities are minimal, but they do have frozen pizza and offer breakfast with coffee for a small fee.
Extra points: next door is the location of the ‘Half Gallon Challenge’ so it’s a fun spot to pass the afternoon, watching hikers coming in and eating themselves sick. There’s also a great long front porch that gives you a view of hiker’s coming into town.
Mountain Home BnB (VA): this BnB caters to thru-hikers and other tourists as well. It is less than a five minute walk off the trail, and has all the typical AT amenities – laundry, loaner clothes, showers, etc. We stayed in the shared cabin which sleeps two upstairs, two downstairs, has a shared bathroom and kitchen. The owners are a married couple and they bend over backwards to take their guests into and out of town, and give you a full tour of what Front Royal has to offer before dropping you off. The BnB itself is a beautiful, architecturally historic southern-style white building, that they have lovingly refurbished.
Bonus: when you first arrive you are welcomed with an incredibly refreshing beverage -homemade limeade or lemonade. The breakfast is here is also one of the best I had on trail. Visit the Beer Museum in town, and if you’re lucky, Kim will be working behind the bar (yes, at the museum!)
Angels Rest Hostel (VA): this is a traditional AT hostel. It used to be a caravan park, and has been given over completely to helping AT hikers. There is a very spacious bunkhouse, multiple shower and bathrooms (and a spare porta-potty or two). Down behind the bunkhouse is a hikers kitchen, with all the basics. There is also a double wide trailer that offers a private room with it’s own bathroom, a living room with couch and TV, and a full-service kitchen. Tables and hammocks are scattered around the yard, and a grocery store is a five minute walk away.
Bonus: the town of Pearisburg isn’t very big, but everything is in walking distance. This means the grocery store, the Mexican restaurant, fast food options, fantastic coffee cafe, CVS pharmacy and a decently stocked outfitters are all convenient. They offer a “Triple Zero” badge, as many hikers wind up staying an extra day or two.
Quarterway Inn (VA): this was probably my favorite hostel – the location, atmosphere and breakfast were all fantastic. The dorms upstairs can house about 15 hikers, with two ‘private rooms’ separated by a curtain from the main dorm. There is also a full private room with a bed and a door, next to the upstairs bathroom. Downstairs is a large living room full of gaes, books and musical instruments. The hiker kitchen has a pizza oven and microwave, just enough to feed hungry hikers. There is no nearby town, but they keep enough on hand at the in-house resupply store & fridge. It’s 3/4 of a mile off the trail, in a rural part of Southern Virginia. The owners are very welcoming, and breakfast is hearty and healthy. A beautiful front porch with rocking chairs, and an enormous sycamore with hammocks completes the relaxing vibe.
Bonus: Tina, the owner, is the creator of the famous Appalachian trail necklace. An excelelnt souvenuir of the trail.
Around the Bend (GA): for many hikers this is one of the first hostels they stay at. It is close to Clayton and Hiawassee, with free shuttles into town as well as pick-up and drop-off from the trail. Another family style hostel, the dorms here are 4-6 twin beds in a room. A separate building has two private rooms that share a shower. In the main house, there are two bathrooms and a full kitchen for hikers who head to town, rather than having a frozen pizza. A living room with enormous picture windows looks out over the property, and there is a large firepit in the back that the staff will light up every night.
Bonus: there is a very well-stocked resupply here, with wide variety of food as well as gear. Gordon the owner is knowledgable and passion about his products and doesn’t gouge the AT hiker the way some larger in-town outfitters do.
And there you have it. For short descriptions on the rest of the hostels we stayed at, follow this link:
Dancing along the border of North Carolina and Tennessee, the Smoky mountains dominate the landscape. A perpetual fog hovers above them, which is how they got their name. It’s one of the most visited national parks, and as such, we needed a permit for hiking and were only allowed to camp at designated sites. The shelters were quite busy, as all the hikers bunched up.
The trail goes along the ridge, and the change is immediately noticeable. Instead of sleeping wintery maple trees, we were walking through pine forests and beech trees. The ground underfoot became rockier and a carpet of delicate white flowers bloomed on the ground. We started seeing deer in the early morning beside the trail.
Our mileage dropped off, as the climbs became more demanding and the trail showed more wear and tear, slowing our pace. Clingsmans Dome was a particularly challenging hike. The AT wound up to the top, where there was a sudden inundation of car tourists. An Observation tower built in the 1950’s provides a sweeping 360 degree view. When we got there, a fellow thru-hiker was sitting at the foot of the tower, he pointed us to the 200 mile mark and took our photo.
We camped that evening near a shelter that was deep in the pine woods at the foot of the Dome. There were hikers everywhere and the bear hang was quite full. I had a good laugh when I noticed that someone had decided to hang their entire pack, rather than just the food bags.
The next day we reached Newfound Gap, which is roughly halfway through the Smoky Mountains. Lots of hikers left from here to go into Gatlinburg for resupply and a rest. A surprisinng number of them never came back. The last few days had been challenging and very, very cold. Walking out of the gap, we were treated to some of the most spectacular scenery yet. A narrow trail went along the ridge with views to the east and west.
Our last night in the Smoky’s we arrived at Cosby Knob camp and were told a hiker who had arrived earlier had seen a bear come running down the trail, straight through camp. By the time we had pitched our tent, it was so busy that no one was too worried about bears.
It was a drizzly morning as we left the mountains, heading down to the Davenport Gap. Here we found more trail magic, on an epic scale. A church group from Tennessee was doing their once a year trail magic BBQ. There was a canopy set up to keep the rain off, camping chairs, and steak. After freezing cold days and many rehydrated meals, this was a real treat! And tomorrow, we would be in Hot Springs with a day off to relax.
After the zero day in Franklin, it was time to hit the trail again. Dan had scheduled three nights to reach the Smoky Mountains, where we would be hiking at our highest elevations so far. The days getting there had their own challenges.
First up was the hike to the NOC (Nantahala Outdoor Center) which the trail goes directly through. The descent down to the river valley was notoriously steep, with an actual, walk-in-the-door-off-the-trail, restaurant at the bottom. The weather forecast was not looking good, and many of the other hikers were planning to wait it out at the Wesser Bald shelter just before the descent.
We decided to push on rather than take a wait for the weather all day. The view from the top was a sweeping vista with mountains hovering on the horizon. At first, the trail dropped very steeply and suddenly along a narrow path. After the first half mile, it levelled out and became more reasonable.
That night we stayed at Gorgeous Stays; more than just a hostel, the owner Elena has taken several forms of transportation and turned each into a camper with it’s own theme. There’s a red double decker bus with a Harry Potter theme, a small caravan with flamingo’s, a canine cabin, and several more. Laundry, loaner clothes, and small self-serve kitchen were available.
The next day the storm hit, and the other hikers at Gorgeous stays took a break from walking. Except Dan, he went out into the storm and made the arduous climb out of NOC. I chose to linger in our flamingo themed caravan and wash some laundry. When I joined him after the rain, it was still misty and mysterious, but no longer pouring rain.
We continued on towards Fontana Dam. The shelter on the lake there is known as ‘The Hilton’ because it is more protected from the eements, has hot showers, and a great view of the lake. If it were a real Hilton, the view alone would be worth an extra 100 dollars.
As we were packing up our tent and heading to the Next Big Climb (4200 feet over 11 miles) we realised it was Easter Sunday. The climb from Fontana Dam to the Mollies Ridge Shelter is the first real haul – but worth every step. As we climber higher the lake spread out below us sparkling in the bright spring sun.
When we got to Mollies Dan and I found the busiest shelter we seen since Hawks Shelter, with easily 20 people. A lot had taken 1 or even 2 days off, waiting for the weather to improve, so it had created a bubble of hikers. Everyone was in a good mood – it had been a beautiful sunny day, and we had entered the Smokies!
Every Northbound (NOBO) hiker on the Appalachian trail starts at Springer Mountain in Georgia. Getting to Springer via car is a logistical nightmare on back country roads, so most hikers start from Amicalola Falls. This adds 8 miles to the 2,198.4 mile journey, but is considered the better option.
We signed in at the ranger’s station on March 24, took our first AT photo under the iconic arch, and then climbed the stairs past the flowing waterfalls to the lodge where we stayed the night. From our warm bed we watched the lightning playing across the sky and the rain beating against the windows. Tomorrow’s weather was predicted to be dry and sunny.
The beginning of the AT is infamous for being one of the most difficult parts of the trail, mostly because of its many (and constant) climbs. There is no time to change gears from going up, then down a hill. In retrospect, it’s not that hard. Most of us simply weren’t trail fit yet. The hikers who were, sped ahead never to be seen again.
Blood Mountain is the first real peak and of the hikers who make it this far, roughly 30% call it quits at this point. Much more challenging than Springer Mountain, the climb up the backside is gradual and easy, but coming down it’s a boulder-filled knee-jarring descent. Happily, the first outdoor shop, Mountain Crossings, is on the other side of the mountain with frozen pizzas, shake-down’s to eliminate extra weight, and cabins.
View from the northern side of Blood Mountain
By this point we had been on the trail for 4 nights, and had met enough people that there was a reunion-like feeling seeing familiar faces at the picnic tables outside the store. There are more hikers on the trail at this point than any other time. Everyone is fresh, excited, and eager for the journey – regardless of whether they are prepared or not.
We were well-prepared, but that night, the temperatures hovered just above freezing. Dan and I had pitched the tent in Swaim Gap, a mile past Mountain Crossings. It was early spring, so the trees were bare, and we were on a ridge. Throughout the night, I would hear the wind roaring, a sound similar to ocean waves, and would brace myself, anticipating the cold as it cut through our tent, taking the warmth of our bodies with it.
The days settled into a rhythm. From Mtn Crossings it would be three days to get to Hiawassee & Clayton. There was a hostel there called ‘Around the Bend’ that will pick hikers up from the trailhead for free, if you’re staying with them. The Outfitter 76 in Clayton also runs a free shuttle from the trailhead to town. For many hikers, this is the first stop for laundry, a hot meal, and beer. (For a full of overview of the hostels we stayed at follow the link: )
Leaving the hostel, it was a drippy, misty morning. Some of the hikers decided to stay an extra day to avoid the weather, but Dan and I were on a schedule (dur to his six month visa), and anyway, it wasn’t raining that hard. We were rewarded with a break in the weather, a wide open empty trail, and the peaceful quietude that settles over woods after the rain. We were excited, in the next couple days we would cross our first state line and pass the 100 mile mark.
Everyone talked about how difficult Georgia was, and apparantly North Carolina was supposed to be much easier. Instead, we were welcomed by three STEEP climbs that came fast and quick. It was a windy day and the struggle to stay upright with a full pack was real. That evening at the Muskrat Shelter, every hiker was exhausted and a bit ticked-off by the hype that NC would be easier. It did Not get easier.
The next two days to Franklin were marked by steeper ascents, continued misty weather, and a noticeable decrease in the number of hikers. ‘Tramilies’ were forming – trail families, groups of hikers who would begin and end the day together, catch up at lunch and any other milestones during the day.
Finally, we were on the last approach to the Winding Stair Gap. The day before we had walked 16 miles, so the 12 miles to the gap should have been easy. The continued cold and misty weather, the relentless ups and downs (a theme of the trail), and the expectation of a warm bed and a zero-mile day tomorrow made it seem exceptionally long. Additionally, the shuttle only ran three times a day so there was an urgency to the hike.
On reaching the gap, there was a pleasant surprise – our first trail Magic! Trail Magic is when a charitable individual or group spends the day at a trailhead, road crossing, or park along the AT with treats for thru hikers. Usually this is sodas & snacks. Sometimes, a BBQ and beers. This time, it was donuts, chips, soda and PBR’s courtesy of a thru hiker from 2017 named ‘Lucky’. He had brought his RV and spent the cold rainy day handing out treats and drinks. By the time we got there, he was finishing up and offered to take us into town.
After what felt like weeks (but was actually only 10 nights), we had reached Franklin.
In February of 2022, I was able to realise a lifelong dream of seeing Petra. Of course, Dan being Dan, we didn’t just go to Petra. We saw as much of Jordan as possible! Our itinerary was as follows:
Drive through a sandstorm from Amman to Petra – home of the hidden Treasury and more
After Petra we drove south Wadi Rum – deep desert dunes of the Bedouins home where camels roam.
From Wadi Rum we went north to the Dead Sea – luxury R&R and the historically significant Jordan River.
Read it all, or skip ahead to the part that tempts you the most! I recommend reading everything, of course.
Petra: Beyond the Treasury
If ever you think of Petra, surely it will be associated with the iconic image of the Treasury. This impressive facade has been carved into the red sandstone, pillars and sculptures drawn from Greek Hellenistic culture. It was the one that was in Indiana Jones. It is beautiful, and because it is very easy to get to, it is also the most obvious place to start as a tourist.
To reach it, you walk (or ride a camel, donkey or golf cart) down the to the Treasury. Sheer red walls tower above you, and along the way are ancient carvings made by the Nabateeans. There are ancient water systems in place, built by these people to distribute the water throughout the city. I did a little nosing around at the museum, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to suppose that the Romans learned a lot about their famed aqueducts by observing and building on the techniques used here and throughout the Nabateean empire. But I digress.
The Siq twists and winds its way, and sudenly opens up into the small plaza-like space in front of the Treasury. There, we were able to sit and enjoy a cup of strong Arabic coffee and enjoy the red colors shift as the sun climbed, banishing the shadows that put into stark relief the beautiful sculptures. There was still a fair amount of tourists and Instagrammers, despite the pandemic but far fewer than usual. A few ledges have been re-purposed into photo destinations, for those in the know (I was not in the know). Its common to dress up, take a golf cart down, pay the 5euro to pose on the famous red carpet with the Treasury in the background. Stunning photos, but not when one is in sensible hiking pants and layers.
The rest of the day we spent wandering around the valley of tombs beyond the Treasury. There are over 3,000 currently accounted and they range from small and modest (many of these are now thought to be living quarters), to grand and spectacular. These smaller tombs are all around the valley from the floor and up the walls.
One downside was the sheer number of people selling souvenuirs. At first, I thought they were displaced Bedouins, living in the shadow of former empire. But later in the trip I learned, that no, these are gypsies. They sell everything from donkey rides, to scarves. Some of them even sell rocks and aloe vera plants, both of which yes, you can just pick up off the ground. There is a Roman ampitheatre as well (those guys really got everywhere), mosaics, the tombs of the Nabateean Kings (which is at least three times wider than the Treasury). Its an incredibly massive place, and we did not manage to explore all of it in three days.
The Place of High Sacrifice is set on the highest cliff. We attempted the walk, but the sheer vertical walls and the tiny steep steps proved too much. Dan has done Machu Picchu and said this was worse. I’ve done Angels Landing in Zion, and this was worse (or maybe we’re just older and wiser). I think if we had gone with a guide, and gone from the proper starting point there would’ve been a chance.
Another hair-raising walk was going to the Monastery from the back of the valley. It can be reached in two ways: from within the valley up a long series of steps and through the gauntlet of hucksters, or to be dropped off in the desert behind the Valley, and walk in over the sand and mountains. We chose the latter, and on our second day, woke up early to start the hike. The early morning air was crisp and cold, and it was very peaceful, with almost no one else in sight. Incredibly tiny and beautiful flowers were blooming along the not very well-marked path. Following stone cairns and having a downloaded trail guide helped a lot.
Once you enter the back of the valley, the familiar red rocks of Petra start to climb up, and up and up. There was a cheerful little coffee stand, with hot Arabic coffee, Tibetan prayer flags, and the piney smell of juniper smoke. After this point, the path narrowed, and continued to climb. A little old lady with a goat left as we approached, and she was ahead of us the entire way. The most exciting bit, was when the path went out around and under an overhanging cliff. One had to hug the wall, or plummet into the desert several hundred meters below. Our goat lady walked around it nonchalantly and disappeared. We paused. It was one of those, ‘we’ve come too far to go back, yes he is serious, I am going to have to do this’ kind of moments There may or may not be a video of me doing this bit on my hands and knees.
After that, it was mostly business as usual. Looking for the piles of stone cairns so as not to lose the way as the trail flattened out, and then we came up and over a bluff and there was the Monastery. It is HUGE. I cannot understate the immensity. It is not as easy to reach as the Treasury (by a long shot) and it is not as well preserved because it is more exposed to the elements, but if you go all the way to Petra, go to the Monastery.
Wadi Rum: Deep Desert Dunes
If Petra is the ancient, hidden treasure in the craggy rock-strewn desert of Central Jordan, than Wadi Rum is the gateway to the desert of dunes, dreams, and the Arabian nights. The pink and red sands dance between geologic monoliths of incomprehensibly ancient seas, raised up by tectonics that defy all logic. Ancient hieroglyphs are hidden in tiny gullies called wat ratb. For millenia, these hid pockets of reliable water the nomadic Bedouin tribes who roamed the desert that encompasses most of the Arabian penninsula.
The only way to experience Wadi Rum is to book a tour. There are several companies running these tours, and you can go out just for the day, one night, two or more etc. You can do the Bedouin style tent like we did, or go for the high-end glamping experience in a bubble building. Whichever way you do it, you will see the same major sights on the first day.
Our group piled into the very authentic Bedouin vehicle (Landrover), and we headed into the desert. The first stop was a quick stop to boulder up some rocks and get a sweeping panoramic view of the valley. At the top were a few brave trees, that had managed to grow because of a small natural spring. After that, we headed to one of the highlights, the hieroglyphs. Our guide told us that the glyphs found throughout Wadi Rum dated back to prehistoric times, as early as 4500 BC. They were used to indicate havens from the elements and reliable sources of water. There were symbols that indicated which way to go, and what would be found there. It was lovely and cool between the rocks.
Next stop was a natural bridge. Wadi Rum is full of geologic points of interest; multiple natural bridges, mushroom shaped rocks that rise out of the dunes, enormous that tower over the sands. There is a lot about the stone that remains unexplained to this day. Legend has it, that the famed cities of Soddom and Gomorah once stood there, and a massive tectonic event leveled them, and this is why the rocks of Wadi Rum don’t follow the usual order. Originally the sandstone and granite was a seabed, and has now had millions of years of winds that have created these unusual shapes.
We spent the rest of the day driving around the desert, stopping to hike through canyons and climb up rocks. Everywhere we went was just gorgeous. I could see why directors have been coming here to film movies for the last 60 years. The colors, and the scale of everything takes your breath away – that and the wind. We were lucky enough to be there in February, and it was a bit chilly but I’d rather be cold then hot.
After a few more stops, we headed to the camp. By this point we were all really hungry, as lunch had been hummus, vegetable soup, and pita bread. Dinner was a feast! We were serenaded by the collected guides, and served chicken which had been cooked in the traditional way – a huge iron pot was buried in the sand with burning coals and unearthed with a bunch of fuss for the tourists. After that it was some more Arabic coffee, which is more like a strong sweet tea, with heaps of sugar.
The next day started early, and we had a much smaller group. Everyone except a German couple were leaving, so it was the four of us all day. They were really funny, always laughing and smiling, making lots of poses. It’s always fun to meet people abroad, especially in the more adventurous places. There is a self-selection that almost always guarantees you’ll meet kindred spirits.
Since we had an earlier start and were already in the desert, we were able to see things that were off the beaten path, with fewer tourists. Although we had stayed the night in a ‘Bedouin-style’ camp and tent, they were clearly built for delicate tourists, rather than desert nomads. Today, we went to a real Bedouin camp, where we had lunch and of course, Arabic coffee. These were humble dwellings, made of rope and blankets. The goats wandered around camp, and there were a few more hieroglyphs on a nearby rockface.
They also had a lot of camels! This was quite a highlight, because we didn’t just get to see them, but were able to feed them and pet them and had the option of drinking milk, fresh from the teat. As the food was fresh and green, the camels were quite frisky. They ranged in color from caramel to a beautiful cream color, and the babies had incredibly soft fur. They weren’t shy at all, and our guide showed us that it was quite safe to let them nibble at your fingers. Also, we learned that the collective noun for camels, is a caravan. Rolls off the tongue nicely I think.
Next up, we were driven to a formation of rocks that looked out over the border to Saudi Arabia. We were close enough that my cell phone provider kept switching back and forth between the Jordanian network and the Saudi one. The vista here was amazing, and we were met by our guide’s cousin and his group as well. There was the chance to go sandboarding, and the two guides showed off doing backflips as they raced down the dune face. At sunset we stopped to take in the view and have some more Arabic coffee, with camel milk! It had a very strong flavor. We also had asked our guide to not put the sugar in, which he viewed as an absolute travesty. He built up a small fire and placed the pot directly into it, using a stick to manage the fire around and lift it out of the flames.
All in all, it was as authentic an experience as one could expect. There were unavoidable elements of the modern day tourist industry, but I left with a respect for desert nomads I hadn’t had before. The elements are truly brutal, and you live at their mercy. But the landscape is beautiful, and it was clear that our guide was very proud to live there, and be a true Bedouin, with history that goes back thousands of years. I imagine life stayed very much the same until quite recently. I don’t think there has ever been a fat Bedouin.
Dead Sea: Luxury and History
One of the many unique things about Jordan, is that despite it’s seemingly remote location, it was a crossroads for empires and cultures for thousands of years. It doesn’t have a coastline, but is close enough to the Mediterreanean sea. Anyone travelling by land from Northern Africa to Turkiye, and Europe would pass through Jordan. It had a rich and influential empire before the Romans came, and was occupied by several different empires since. It is also a place of religious significance where you can walk in the footsteps of Moses, John the Baptist, and Jesus Christ.
We visited one of these sites, known as Bethany-Beyond-Jordan which is believed to be where John the Baptist baptised Jesus in the River Jordan. The river meanders along, a shadow of its former self due to irrigation and farming. It defines the border between Israel and Jordan, and both countries have a strong presence here. It was very startling to be in a place of such holy significance, with armed guards. The Jordanian side had gone for a rustic traditional look, with a cistern for babies to be baptised in, as well as a dock where adults could go to be re-baptised in the waters.
Our guide was very diplomatic in explaining the ins and outs of the political situations, and the significance of the location for all three monotheistic religions. When one of the members of our group asked him about his personal religion of choice, he very tactfully replied “I believe in God”. He also told us about some of the recent archaelogical findings on the Jordanian side of the river. Recently discovered, and unearthed was what they believe was the true site of the baptism. Because the river used to flood and recede annually, its path to the Dead Sea would change from year to year. The path it follows now, is not the same as 2000 years ago, and because of agricultural irrigation, it barely even reaches the sea.
Inn 1994, a peace treaty was reached between Israel and Jordan. So they were able to get rid of the minefield that was previously along the border and begin excavation of the area. In 1996, near a freshwater stream that fed into the river, they found the structure that is now commonly accepted as the place where the baptism happened.
Although I am not personally a religious person, there is something about being in a place that means so much to so many. Seven of the people in the group had travelled from Alabama, sponsored by their church, to be re-baptised in the river. Our guide obviously had a deep respect and understanding of it all. Even the amount of security served to re-inforce the importance of where we were.
But there is a lot to do in the Dead Sea that doesn’t involve such heavy topics. For example, swimming! We were lucky enough that the resort we stayed in had steps leading down to the sea itself, and at the shore, there were urns full of the famous mud and salt. Dead Sea products are sold all over the world, so of course we had to try it. A lifeguard explained to us the process. First, you hop in the sea (do NOT get the water in your eyes). Second, you cover yourself in mud and let it dry on your skin. Then you hop into the water again to rinse off, and when you come out you scrub your body down with the salt. Don’t ask me the exact mineral composition, but I can confirm that my skin felt baby soft after the process.
We also visited a museum located at the top of the valley, the Panorama Dead Sea Complex. It has a jaw-dropping view of the valley, and offers a wealth of information about the non-religious aspects of the Dead Sea. This included information about the mineral composition, as well as the evolution of the sea. I won’t bored you with the details, but much like the rest of Jordan, it has been subjected to tectonic forces and happens to also be the lowest body of water on earth, as well as the lowest point on earth. There was also a restaurant where we indulged in a cheeky mid-day glass of wine while enjoying the view.
Heading back to the resort we were welcomed back in the lobby by a man handing out, you guessed, Arabic coffee. As it was COVID times, he had a mask on but removed it for the sake of a photo. It was such an intricate contraption, and as always, the coffee was strong and sweet.
We enjoyed a stunning sunset from the balconey of the main hotel, and then went for dinner at one of the restaurants in the resort. It was styled like a small town, with stone buildings with larger apartments around plazas with restaurants and cafe’s and shops. Most of these were closed, because there was simply almost no one there. One plaza was open, and we ate al fresco while a belly dancer entertained us and the few other visitors.
It was a nice way to finish the trip. I feel like we really got to see many different sides of Jordan, and learned a lot about it’s people. The south has a very strong desert vibe, but as we went north orchards began to appear and the landscape, while still harsh, was more cultivated. Everyone we met was warm and friendly, and the food was healthy. I discovered zataar on this trip, and bought 500g of it in Amman to bring home. It is one of my favorite trips we have done.
We are two cheeky travelers on a mission to see (more) of the world. Dan is the man with a plan from Down Under, and I am a light-hearted Cali girl with a talent for making friends, and a compulsion to journal. We have a shared a passion for travel, nature & hiking -and the well-earned beer or wine that comes after!
After meeting one spring evening in Amsterdam at a canal-side cafe in 2019, we spent an idyllic summer in Europe, discovering we actually travel quite well together. Dan moved to Abu Dhabi and I shortly followed. From there, we were able to continue traveling during the pandemic, thanks to a pro-active response by the UAE government.
Dan continues to plan exotic and adventurous trips. I continue to document and enjoy them, and we look forward to sharing the current & upcoming, as well as the ones already done.