At last - the Atlas

From the coast we headed back to Marrakech and then to Imlil, the base for climbing and treking in the Atlas. We ended up climbing nearby Jebel Tobkul, the higest peak in North Africa. It's a couple of days to do it but luckily there was a refuge for us to stay in since we did not bring a tent, only sleeping bags. The main climb was cold as hell - probably in the 20's with a 40 mph wind and all we had were wind breakers. It's how I imagine climbing in the Alps - lots of rude Frenchies all decked out in moutaineering gear and barely willing to glance at you and say "Bon Jour". Just another reason, I'm thinking, why I don't need to go to Europe.




Jen in Imlil grubbing on yet another Tajine (clay pot stew)












Imlil














Some folks were smart and had their shit packed in











Imlil











Jen at sunrise on Jebel Tobkul - hating life and hating me for haulin' her ass up here. She was the only one I saw that did the climb in tennis shoes!











Looks warm - but not












The summit - looks like some people had the extra energy to pack up a few cans of spray paint. Wish they had the energy to carry up a few beers and stash em for me at the top










Back to Marrakech


Chris was right - when we saw these signs in Morocco, we didn't know if we were suppose to "stop" or load up in a tobagan













Ta Gene or not tajine, that is the question. Tajine pots cooking away