The most comfortable be-nighting experience we've had to date (Feb. 2012).
The sky is clear and star filled. The fire is giving off steady warmth. The beat up hands and fingers are a familiar sensation. As is the crunch of sand between our teeth. We hear the muezzin and his evening call to prayer from the village below. We smile. Not Utah , that’s for sure. We take stock of our food – an orange and a candy bar. Half a bottle of water. Life is good. Our chasing of the daylight ended at about 6:30. Just a couple of rappels and a 30 minute hike separate us from our tent in the village below. We’re at the bottom of a hanging gully most of the way down (the complex) Hammad’s Route
. Failed to locate the rap anchors in the encroaching darkness. We’re sprawled out comfortably on rope mats woven from our twins (thanks Mazamas rescue class). There’s a pile of deadwood to be rationed through the night. We’ve been in Wadi Rum for a week now and here we are – benighted. We smile again. This is fucking awesome!
Shirley atop The Pillar Of Wisdom route (Feb. 2012).
Where do I start? With mundane route by route descriptions of the lines we climbed? With a feeble attempt to convey the out-of-this-world desert scenery? Or by describing the warm hospitality of the Bedouin people of Wadi Rum?
A dromedary (Arabian camel). Member of the family Camelidae whose diet consists primarily of cardboard (Feb. 2012).
Location of Wadi Rum in Jordan. Public domain map courtesy of CIA World Factbook.