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Life Below our Boots

When you drive, you watch the road—but when you hike, you stare at the ground for hours. Perhaps there are moments when you stop and acknowledge the sapphire sky, ...

A Vow to Return

Last November, I traveled to the ancient city of Um Qais and hiked the first hour of The Jordan Trail. The air was dry and warm, with Mediterranean blue skies and wild olive trees shading the path. I dug my ...

Ajloun to Fuhais

The stranger hands me coffee, pushing the small porcelain cup into my hand and nodding with kind acknowledgment when I say, “Thank you.”

The man is about ...

From Desert to Sea: The End of the Jordan Trail

“That mountain, over there,” says Mahmoud, pointing to a jagged chunk of faraway granite, “That’s Saudi Arabia.” Read More

Haircuts in Kerak & Bedouin Tea

The Art of "No Thank You"

If we accepted every offer for tea, we would never finish hiking the Jordan Trail. Instead, we would still be somewhere back in Section One, halting our way across the stony landscape and never moving more than ...

Official Halftime Report of Andrew Walks Jordan

Officially past the halfway point on the Jordan Trail Thru-Hike, Andrew has shared with us many breathtaking photos and exciting and heartwarming tales of adventure. He has been documenting many of these through ...

Land of Many Colors

If the Jordan Trail resembles the Jordanian flag, then I have just crossed the broad green stripe.

Every day the path turns greener, as if some divine ...

How to Milk a Sheep

It’s getting harder and harder to stick my tent pegs into the ground.

Up north, the bright copper hooks sunk into the soil like fingers in sand. A week later I had to work the pegs into the earth, pulling them ...

Walking Through Time

Just outside the village of Ma’tan we came upon some forgotten Roman city, the long and flowing stone walls following the contour of the land, each rock carefully ...

Making History in Jordan

Three drops of rain fell on my head, and then it stopped. In a few seconds, the dark mist of rain vanished in favor of the more common sunshine that matched the mood of the crowd. Ours was a small gathering—a ...