The 400-mile Jordan Trail
Newly mapped 400-mile Jordan Trail leads hikers across landscapes, history
provides princely adventures through stunning landscapes.
AQABA, Jordan — On Day 38, the temperature hit 106 degrees Fahrenheit.
Like a slow animal, I slid into a narrow crescent of purple shade, napping beneath a rocky overhang until the sun softened in the late afternoon. The song of a shepherd’s flute echoed off the canyon wall, and the sky glowed an almost digital blue.
By dusk I was hiking once again, shoes in sand, sifting through a mile of empty desert as a full white moon rose from behind a broken wall of mountains. The rippled dunes went on forever. Camels hovered on the horizon. The silence was tremendous. Night came with a spread of stars and a cooling breeze that gently ruffled my tent until I was lost in sleep.
Nowhere on earth have I felt the unbelievable calm that I experienced on the Jordan Trail. This newly mapped 400-mile route leads walkers across the up-and-down landscapes and through the staggering history of this impressive little kingdom.
I began my hike in the northern village of Umm Qais, a cobblestone village mentioned in the New Testament — the place where Jesus cast demonic spirits into a herd of swine and sent them tumbling over a cliff.
For the first two weeks of hiking, I could feel my legs getting stronger as I tackled small hills painted green with springtime wheat. Olive groves and lemon trees shaded the path, along with the ancient Corinthian columns of many a Greek ruin. The epic past sits on the surface of Jordan. There were moments on the trail when I found myself sifting through shards of Roman pottery or the Stone Age tools of an even older civilization, before trudging
up the well-worn steps of a crusader castle.
About half the time on the trail, I camped in my own tent, enjoying the quiet wilderness and the pastoral view that I unzipped each morning. In larger towns, I checked into hotels for a hot, soapy shower and a fluffy bed. The rest of the time I stayed with locals as part of the Jordan Trail’s home-stay program. The complete trail network includes 52 smaller communities, where participating families host passing hikers for the night. Nothing beats breaking fresh-baked bread with a Jordanian family in their own home, all of us gathered together on the floor and dipping into plates of homemade hummus or aromatic rice and chicken roasted over a fire. In time, I found myself speaking more Arabic than I ever thought I could learn, while even the youngest children on the street know enough English to shout out, “Welcome to Jordan!”
The Jordan Trail is not exclusively for the young and athletic. Before this trip, I’d never hiked more than five days in a row. I didn’t undergo any special training for my long-distance trek; I simply started walking, pushing through the first days and feeling my body getting stronger and leaner as the weeks flew past.
Rather than some intense physical feat, the Jordan Trail offers a slow-motion endurance test. The biggest struggle is coping with the daytime heat and taking care of your body by drinking plenty of water, eating good food, resting well and keeping your feet clean, dry and blisterfree. (A support van transporting the bulk of our gear met our group each night and provided our tents, if necessary, fresh water refills and food. Licensed tour operators and local hiking companies can be found on the Jordan Trail Association’s website at jordantrail.org/join-a-group.)
The reward is an unforgettable journey through the heart of the Middle East, exploring lesserknown sites like Mount Nebo, where some say Moses is buried, and Little Petra, an ancient metropolis carved from stone, minus the buses and crowds of nearby Petra. The final stretch leads hikers through whistling sandstone canyons and the cinematic red deserts of Wadi Rum, a recognizable backdrop from such movies as “The Martian” and “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story.”
That last stretch of desert may be the hottest part of the journey, but it also might be the most beautiful section of the trail, where the rocky landscape is splashed with surreal colors, and Bedouin nomads wave you into their woolen tents for tea.
On Day 45, my once-in-alifetime journey finished on the glistening shores of the Red Sea, just a few miles from the Saudi border, where I stepped over the white waves and collapsed into the warm, shallow saltwater. My elation had less to do with actually completing the full 400-mile trek — or the fact that I had lost 25 pounds along the way — and far more to do with the incomparable joy of truly knowing a country in a way that few tourists ever experience.
As a lifelong traveler who’s been to over 100 countries, I know that there is no better way to see a destination than on foot, living among the people who call the place home. That’s the allure of the Jordan Trail: to be fully immersed in a timeless culture, forget all about the outside world and follow the sun all the way to the sea. Andrew Evans is a freelance writer.