I loved Imelil. Probably in part because it reminded me of Wenatchee. I don't know why I have to go all the way to the High Atlas mountains of Morocco to feel like I'm back in Wenatchee. They even had apple orchards here in some of the lower, more easily watered, land. The upper and more arid part of the canyon was mostly argan & olive trees (I think at least). The apple orchards had irisis growing in them too which I imagine would be stunning if they'd been in bloom.

The small hillside village where we staid above Imelil. Most villages here are on the hillside so they can use a gravity powered water system.



I went for a walk the morning after we summited Toubkal and was completely enchanted. There was even a group of women doing laundry in the stream. If I had to wash my clothes by hand all the time I'd never get anything else done. I porbably would also have a lot fewer clothes.

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