It was a holiday weekend so we headed for the Atlantic. I had been practicing my knots and had surf fishing in mind. Vicki was thinking of soft sand and a good book. We loaded the back of the Rusty Red Ranger, trundled over the Indian River Lagoon and found something unexpected.
The Martian in the Bible Lands
The Green Goat
Desperate for a good night’s sleep, I exchange the Jesus Trail for asphalt. I backtrack up the highway to an Israeli hostel. It carries a most curious name: Yarok-Az, or the “Green Goat.” It is advertised as an “eco-friendly organic goat farm.” Such a description will charm a sticky tick out of a tight place. I tug the cinch strap on my pack, set my jaw, and make for a bunk.