Cycling Through Spring: A Ride to Remember in the Judean Hills
- Ofra Morashty
- Apr 6
- 2 min read

There are some days when nature, friendship, and the rhythm of the ride align so perfectly that they become unforgettable. This was one of those days.
We met near the Flam Winery, right at the entrance to the Martyrs' Forest—just four of us cyclists this time, each of us eager to embrace the spring air and the freedom of the trail. With the morning sun filtering through the trees, we began our climb towards Tzuba, taking the route through the Southern Kisalon View.
This ascent never fails to amaze us, but in the heart of spring, it’s something else entirely. Along the path, we paused at several lookout points, each offering a breathtaking view of the Judean Mountains stretching out into the horizon. Nature was showing off—cyclamens still lingered in the shadows, hyacinth squills peeked through the foliage, and vibrant red scarlet crowfoot flowers lined the trail like silent companions cheering us on.
We passed the peaceful orchards of Kibbutz Tzuba, their rows of trees standing in quiet harmony. Then came our well-earned break at Sataf, where a humble coffee cart greeted us warm cups and a place to rest. With the aroma of fresh coffee mingling with the scent of wildflowers, we sat at simple tables and took in the view of Ein Kerem—a village wrapped in hills, beauty, and biblical history. Other travelers were there, some chatting, others just sitting silently, soaking in the serenity.
From there, we continued our climb to the top of Mount Eitan. The trail, wrapped in wildflowers and alive with color, seemed to lift us higher. Wild orchids peeked through the grasses, and again the scarlet crowfoot flowers were everywhere—fiery red and joyful in the golden light. At the summit, we paused once more. The view was wide, open, and humbling.
We returned through Moshav Givat Ye’arim and down the paths of Nahal Kisalon, closing the loop of this beautiful journey.
Every ride tells a story, but this one felt more like a poem—a quiet ode to spring, to friendship, to the land we’re lucky to travel.
Cycling Through Spring: A Ride to Remember in the Judean Hills
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