Only slept a few hours last night as the wind against the tent was noisy. Woke up to discover fine sand had penetrated the fly net of my tent.
These lines of rock formed swirls through the mountains. Similar to marble cake at times!
I made more friends today, this time with a drove of donkeys hauling stuff for two women.
The route ran along the foot of the mountains until I left the R109 just south of Issafn and headed east. The road narrowed and chased the mountains up and down. I stopped for lunch half way and saw only one other vehicle!
I was surprised to see several villages in what seemed to be very remote.
Found a lovely camping spot south of Tafraoute. Bit of a challenge getting to the spot with a steep up hill segment on gravel.