"We're walking through a narrow, 3000-year-old underground drain in the pitch black, in knee-deep rushing water?" I asked. “At least it’s only knee deep!” said Steve.
It was the first day. We didn't know each other yet. If we got hurt, we would be out of commission for the rest of the trip. Climbing Masada would set the tone for how we approached the rest of our time in Israel, both individually and as a group.