Sure footed mules

Now it's on to Imlil, a small village in the Atlas mountains, where we will stay in a mountain gite.  The trip to the village involves a 45 minute hike or if one is lazy like me, a mule ride.  Since we arrived near dark, there wasn't much to do other than eat dinner, play cards or go to bed by eight!  Which I did.  The men, however, did have the option of using the hamman, or public bath. Wesley was a bit apprehensive at first but must have liked it because he returned with the others squeaky clean and stretched out.

The next day some of us, including mara and myself, went on another hike to a muslim shrine, which well, not being muslim, we weren't allowed to go near, but the hike was really nice.  I liked what I called, the Berber 7-11s that were scattered along the trail, which was a major trail for trekkers in the High Atlas mountains.  Once we returned it was time for lunch and then packing up to head back to the main town.  I walked this time.