Into the Sahara.

Leaving ‎⁨Ouarzazate⁩ early the next morning, we drove north and east to the spectacular valleys of the Todra Gorge.

The river that carved this deep gorge has mostly dried up, leaving these huge cliffs.

Rising 500 - 600 feet, the sheer rock walls of the narrow canyon loom over the little cluster of houses at their base.

At the mouth of the canyon, a small village has grown up in the oasis formed by what remains of the river.

A network of irrigation canals funnels the precious water to the carefully tended fields.

The vibrant green against the stark terracotta of desert rock is soothing.

Much of the shape and pace of life here conforms to traditional ways.

Laundry day.

Another hour or so puts us deep in the dunes of the Sahara where our camels await us.

Mine was named Jimmy.

Ophelia of Arabia.

The sea of sand.

Getting on these ungainly beasts was a challenge, and the ride would not ingratiate itself to anyone susceptible to seasickness. Which is why they call them the "ships of the desert," I guess.

The sand was empty and trackless. No sound but the creaking of harnesses and the whistle of the wind.

We approached camp just as the sun dipped behind the dunes.

It was a beautiful setting. The tents were spacious and comfortable, with their own private bathrooms. Glamping at its best.

The communal tent where we had dinner also featured live music (traditional Berber style) and dancing.

After dinner we all sat around the fire with our guides, who regaled us with bad jokes to practice their English. The stars were amazing.

P.