Dina's comment that "Kibbutz Resort" was an oxymoron is about right! This is a pretty barebones hotel, similar to a seaside motel in any of a number of shore towns, except this and a nearby youth hostel are it. There's a snack bar off the reception lobby, where we just had lunch after arriving, and the "Bulgarian sandwich" was great. Cheese (similar to feta) and olive spread and tomato spread, grilled like a panini.
We're off to the nature preserve shortly, and then Jeff and I are going to go float in the Dead Sea for a bit.
Back from the Dead Sea! What a remarkable sensation, to be able to float -- not just able, but pretty much unable to do anything else. You can swim, but you can't really dive below the surface without trying really hard. The salinity and mineral content are also such that any open cuts or nicks on your skin are going to reveal themselves sharply. Apparently whatever's been making the back of my neck itch, or at least the scratching I've been doing as a result, means enough abrasions to feel a bit of a burn.
Before that, we hit the nature preserve, which not only had some hiking trails similar to Watkins Glen State Park, but also an ancient synagogue excavation dating back about 1,900 years.