This morning we started at about 6 o’clock again, the sound of the shofar piercing the silence like a starting gun.
We rode in the direction of the rising sun, which was situated over a misty desert image that looked more like a forest because the mist only let the trees show. It was a very cool day compared to wednesday, and there was a wind that refreshed us and the other riders but wasn’t a headwind. My father and I decided to join the faster group for the 70 mile ride from Ashkelot to kibbutz Mashabei Sade, in the Northern Negev. We had breakfast and optional prayer at a post overlooking the Gaza strip.
At one point we rode passed a cactus farm, and later even an ostriche farm (sadly we didn’t stop for pictures)! Some of the time the road we were on was in an Israeli army firing zone. At one point I ran over a piece of metal(my dad thinks it was a piece of shell casing) and flatted out both tires at once!
While we were sitting there with the mechanic fixing the flats, my dad said, “Well, at least we didn’t get stuck in a firing zone.” The mechanic proceeded to tell us that we actually were in a firing zone. We were going at a fast pace, so they moved lunch to Golda Meir Park, which was about 25 miles ahead of where we were originally planning to eat lunch.
At dinner that night, I discovered a new species of fruitations: tangergreens(duh duh duuh)!