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.

Sand blew into my tent and covered me and my gear in Morocco.

I rode through Foum Zguid into the Anti-Atlas. The lines of rock coming out of the ground were very striking.

A line of rock in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.
Multiple lines of rock in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.

These lines of rock formed swirls through the mountains. Similar to marble cake at times!

Swirling layers of rock in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.
Layers of rock in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.
Layers of rock in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.

I made more friends today, this time with a drove of donkeys hauling stuff for two women.

A drove of donkeys hauling loads for two women along the road in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.

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!

Stopped for lunch at roadside with my CRF250L in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.
Stephen Matthews stopping for lunch at roadside in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.

I was surprised to see several villages in what seemed to be very remote.

A village in a remote area in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.
A closeup of a village in a remote area in the Anti-Atlas mountains, Morocco.

For days, this symbol has appeared on buildings and the landscape. It's a Berber symbol that represents freedom, and it's also the letter Z in their alphabet.

A graffiti painting of the Berber symbol Z that means freedom in Morocco.

Found a lovely camping spot south of Tafraoute. Bit of a challenge getting to the spot with a steep up hill segment on gravel.

Camping with my Honda CRF250L between rocks just south of Tarraoute, Morocco.
Camping with my Honda CRF250L between rocks just south of Tarraoute, Morocco.

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