Around Monfort (Kziv)
Participants: Sergei, Issana, Bella, Misha, Ilya, Eran, Natasha
After 2 crazy days of student's festival in Technion, we woke up at 9 on Friday (personal masochistic achievement), and headed toward the Monfort fortress.
The cars arrangement took way too much time – we've started in Ovadon (or something), and left the second car in Abirim. Personal memo: _never_ try minor roads shortcuts on the north. The 20 km way took us more than a hour, the roads were narrow and bumpy, the locals didn't know the directions.. I have no idea why these paths are on the roadmap anyway. The way back we took the highway – twice more distance, twice less time.
After the reunion with our frustrated friends, we've started walking up the Kfir stream. There were actually small puddles in it! I had a small allergy attack, but it wasn't that terrible. Soon we've reached the Monfort fortress accent. Unfortunately, we didn't have the time to go up. I must notice, that the way till Monfort wasn't that remarkable, especially comparing to the upper part of the stream, which is much more attractive (and actually has a stream of water in it). So for future walks, the classical path from Hila down to the stream via Monfort will probably be a better choice.
I'll make a remark #1 here – once, in the pre bloging era, we've done a hike in this area, starting from Monfort, and we went down in the [unmarked] watercourse just on the left to the red path, which was really beautiful.
We've continued to the pools, and had our lunch a bit before them. There where many fish in the small pool we were in, that tried to eat us. Eran told it's actually a healthy skin treatment that they do, but apparently, that's exactly a phobia #1 of Isasna. (Actually, Issana's phobias are also a motive in this trip :) ). Somehow, Issana's twisted perception took over me, and I wasn't easy till I took my legs out of the water.
The real pools are of course much more beautiful, and there were no people there, but you can never know. We continued with the path, which is pretty annoyingly jumping from one stream side to the other, without any obvious purpose. Which might be actually fun, if you are trying to impress a 13 years old girl which is afraid to get wet, but as we were a bit in a hurry, the strange zigzags felt like an overused joke.
When we arrived to Ein Tamir spring, we found a family of local Christian Arabs there, which delighted us with fruits they had, and told an interesting story, of how the women of their village were climbing each day up the mountain, to bring water from the spring.
One more remark – on that previous trip, I remember we've been running out of time, and were climbing the very same accent the guy was talking about. I remember it as a horrible experience – the steep accent, actually grabbing on the trees on the way up, jackals' yowls, sunset.. And then, after we finally got up the mountain, we felt frighten of being so close to Arab's village we took the knifes and the forks we had and put them in our pockets, feeling real relief reaching Jewish Hila. Well, we were young and stupid and didn't know anything :)
Anyhow, the guy told, that if we enter the cave the water come out of, we can walk deep into the mountain, and reach the origin underground pond. We didn't have a lot of time, but the temptation was too great, so we ignored the "access forbidden" sign, took our shoes off, and entered the cave, leaving the girls to watch the bags. It was AWSOME – reminding the joyful days of the school trips; crawling through the narrow cave, half body in water, lighting our way with cellphones – such an adventure! The path was pretty long, I estimate it to be several dozens meters length. After we came out, the girls got in, led by Misha. But they didn't get too deep inside – suddenly a horrible shout sound, and they rushed out; Issana noticed a spider.
We didn't have much time left, and we hurried our way up to Abirim. Too shame we didn't had more time to make stops on our way - this is definitely the way to leave the value: the accent is not too steep, and it presents some beautiful views. We were up just on time – in 20 minutes it was dark. We didn't even go to the Abirim fortress, and headed strait to the cars.
This trip we did it the right way – carrying little food, coming hungry to the cars. Personal memo #2 : When you do the trip _the right way_ make sure there is FOOD in the end, not just chewing gums!! We met all together in my place. Apparently, that is not an easy task to order a pizza in Haifa on Friday night – every exotic restaurant is open, but not even one pizzeria. So there was a very unpleasant delay with the food, but finally, we all eat and laughed.
And then they finally have gone home.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my friends, and they ALL are always more than welcome in my humble residence, but after 3 days of constant partying, drinking, eating and generally having a good time, I was really tired, and my apartment was a total mess, so the sudden quiet couldn't be more appreciated :)




