Shockingly enough, all went to plan and the Germans and I met in the afternoon. We decided to try and get to the large peninsula that juts out from the southern end of The Dead Sea- the fact that none of our maps showed any roads was the deciding factor.
The first couple of hours where fantastic- perfect sand for riding and 6X6 driving, tight turns around and between dunes, deadends that I could drive out of and do a donut to show that they shouldn’t follow the track- the works!
Then we hit some old settlements that were being turned into farmland and learned that following a promising road wasn’t just a mistake for Hansel and Gretel!
Then it all went pear-shaped.
How the heck is a Canadian on a bike supposed to know that there is only 18″ of hard ground before you hit slimy clay?!