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Rami showed up. Back through security. Rami had suggested a couple of beers in the pockets as opposed to
in the pack, would go unnoticed. He was correct. Local knowledge from Rami made itself felt right-away as I
cracked a beer on the lift. Awesome. He took us on a sticky-snow backside traverse that was not that far from
the Syrian border.
One must understand that there are stray land mines hidden beneath the snow in these border areas.
Yes, land mines. Jakub and I looked at each other with
raised eyebrows on that backside. But Rami said it was
safe where we were at. Nevertheless, we let him go ahead,
and we gave him plenty of space. Then we followed his
track exactly. A little shoulder led us back to the frontside
where we skied sweet off-piste to the Sion Lift located in
the crease of a valley. As we were skiing to this lift, Rami
pointed up skiers-right. ‘That is Lebanon at the top,’ he
said, ‘and behind us is Syria. There are military stationed at
the tops.’ Looking up once again towards Lebanon, Rami
pointed to an off-piste run that he said we could hike to.
‘It’s a great run! I do it often. Do you want to do it?’ Jakub
and I looked at each other and said, ‘no’ at the same time.
The lift took us up skiers left of the valley, back towards
Hermon-proper. ‘Rami, do we have to worry about land
mines around here?’ ‘We should be ok...’ Rami kept us
amused with his dry wit as we ripped-up some truly cool
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