I found myself visiting in Lebanon. We had been spending most of our time in the city of Beirut, but I had heard rumors of wilderness remnants outside of the city. A place that held one of the largest and densest historical holdings of an ancient tree, the cedar. We set out for the Tannourine Cedar Forest. It was early in the season and snow was everywhere. It became obvious very quickly that the park had not yet opened for the season. No paths were opened up, and we were quickly overcome by snow. Though the paths started clear and dry, the second half of the hike found us post holing our way in the directions we hoped were paths. Eventually we succumbed to the ensuing foot wetness and resolved ourselves to some warm treats when we returned home.