The road, the nomads

On the road for at least 9 hours, with a few stops.

We drove thru the up the Middle Atlas Mtns to Ifrane. Stopped for coffee. A ski resort town developed by French back in the day. Looks like Ashland. It does snow there. On through a national park called the Cedar Forest. Looks like central Oregon. Very pretty. Across high plain.

Stopped to visit this nomad family. Grandma, daughter, daughter-in-law, 2 grandkids. Men off with the herd of sheep and goats. The women were dying wool today.

Amina, the one in turquoise dress, invited us in, made mint tea for us, and served us fresh warm bread.

Our guide translated our questions and her answers. She is 25. Married at 16. They share the work of shearing the wool, dying, selling or making woven material. The live in this set of tent cabins and trade locations with other family members. Instead of hauling their tents around, they are some what permanent. The people move with the seasons.

The two younger women each have a school age child. These older kids live in near by town with an aunt and go to school. Our guide gave them green tea, sugar and olive oil as thank you gifts for letting us visit.

And off we went up through the High Atlas Mtns enroute to Erfoud.