We are driving north, leaving Petra, and it is bare. I envision the 300,000 or so Israelites wandering through this land in their exodus from Egypt. I can see why they grumbled and longed to return to Egypt. At this point even slavery seemed better than trudging through these scorching sands. I can see how their trek turned into a confusing desert parade. Everything looks the same. For more reflection from the wilderness, visit Katie’s blog.