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The anti-Atlas mountains are like a window into the Earth's history.
You can see every layer and fold in the hills, going back many millions
of years.
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Mules are used in the mountains to carry luggage, supplies and
even local people.
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There was rain just before we arrived in Morocco so many local
flowers were out in bloom -- something not seen in drier years.
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One day we climbed to the top of one hill to take a look at the
valleys unfolding below.
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The moon coming up over the hills on our first night.
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And the sun rising the next day.
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The sun just starts to light up some of the peaks.
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There was a team of local villagers keeping the camp going.
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They also made us great meals.
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And fetched water from a local oasis.
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Near the oasis, Andrew spotted this door from what seemed to have
once been an old house.
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On our last day we went to visit the village where Brahim, our
guide, was born. On the way we saw a herd of camels with new born
babies -- always a sign of a good year.
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Their keeper told us they hadn't had a drink since September because
there were enough fresh plants to keep them from getting thirsty.
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A distant view of Brahim's village, Timkrit, from a nearby hill.
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We approached the village from some nearby fields, which are irrigated
to help the locals grow wheat, carrots, olives and other fresh veggies.
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An mill that is used to crush olives into olive oil and a local
donkey checking us out.
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