More rocks. More walls. Maybe the ultimate in rocks high atop mountains and cliffs in the middle of the desert. Synonymous with resistance, Masada towers not only in the desert but in the Israeli imagination. Whichever version of the end of the narrative you choose to believe, the meaning is impossible to miss--making choices and resisting to the finish. Some interesting discussions and observations as we trekked through under sun that was scorching and parching. Two of our number got bragging rights for hiking up the thousand steps while the rest of us crammed into the cable lift both ways.
Before we ascended, we saw clips of the movie with commentary on the resisters and the conquerors. Once at the top, we toured the structures and observed the palace and its fortifications and the way in which the Romans structured and sustained their siege.
The yellowish rock of the fortress contrasted with the dark browns of the surrounding cliffs. It really did remind me of a moonscape or something out of science fiction.
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