There’s a moment on every Lech-Lecha trek when the world softens.
The trail quiets.
The wind shifts.
And suddenly, someone laughs — the kind of laugh that only comes when you’re far enough from ordinary life to remember who you really are.

If you were standing there with us, you’d feel it too.

You’d smell the pine and dew clinging to the edges of your sleeves.
You’d hear the soft crackle of the campfire as a circle forms around it — strangers becoming confidantes.
You’d watch a teenager adjust their pack, realizing they are stronger than their doubts.
You’d hear a grown adult exhale for the first time in months, letting the woods hold what they’ve carried alone.
You’d feel the deep and surprising warmth of a community forming in real time — connection forged through shared laughter, shared responsibility, shared challenge, shared prayer, shared stories under a vast canopy of stars.

And in those moments, something ancient awakens — a spark that feels like the faint glow of the Chanukah flames themselves.

This is the heart of Lech-Lecha.
Where courage meets vulnerability.
Where each person discovers they are part of a bigger story...