For the Home Front VII

The gas situation eventually solved itself. And with a full tank we drove to the Beqaa Valley this week. We tried to visit a cedar forest. After all, what’s a visit to Lebanon without a visit to a cedar tree? It is after all in the flag. 

A cedar forest in the mist

We couldn’t reach the cedar forest in el-Arz  from the Beqaa Valley side (where we were at that moment), as the mountain passage (that sounds very impressive; it’s more like a hill passage) is closed due to the snow. To get there from the other side would mean an extra 200 kilometer.
And so we went to the Barouq forest. It’s not as well-known, but definitely bigger. And just as impressive. Probably even more. But when we got there, the gate was closed.

But what’s a fence when you have driven some 180 kilometers that day already? It was worth the climb. No better time to visit this forest when it is empty, quiet and still. And dark and deep, and many miles before I go to sleep.

The fog swept silently through the trees, and Hana told us the script of a horror movie that she was writing, with an empty, dark and deep forest as a setting. What do you mean, unsettling?

Lovely, dark and deep . . .

I am probably teaching my daughter all kinds of wrong stuff, like breaking and entering. We didn’t steal anything though. Just the view. To share here with you.

What do you mean, closed?