For Hope and Healing
For I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes (Romans 1:16).
Morocco
The paint job we received from a Moroccan artist near Agadir.
A stop in the Sahara
In the middle of the Sahara stuck in sand between two bushes. Sand tracks, four-wheel low, and lockers do the trick.
The rear lights from ELS provided reliable artificial daylight which assisted us in getting back on the road instead of spending the evening out in the desert sands (not that it would have been bad).
The truck stopped for our highway breakfast.
In the sands of Erg Chebbi, Morocco.
The truck parked at Le Petit Princess. We setup camp here and I worked on the lights finding that they were fine, but the ground point was bad.
Re-enflating the tires after escaping the sand trap.
What is special about this sand is that there is about 40 more feet of loose sand under the visible sand. Zero traction.
It was after nightfall before we got out of this mess.
A slow process. Dig, place tracks, drive forward. Repeat.
The truck stopped on the road. The road is half of the river filled with concrete.
A view of the truck from a cave we came across while taking a shortcut through the mountains.
The treacherous road to the source, where one dew drop can be found on a special plant to cure all ailments and establish world peace.
The truck setup in Zebra Camp.
The dunes of Erg Chebbi loom and beckon from the distance.
The distant view of Erg Chebbie as you approach on the highway.
The Atlantic Coast from the highway heading North from Agadir towards El Jadida.
A small town in an oasis on a desert plain at the foot of the Atlas Mountains.
The breakfast view from the road when we stopped after sleeping in the Atlas Mountains.
The view from our highway breakfast after driving through the Atlas Mountains.
The curvy road through Dades Gorge.
Landscape scenery from the piste north of Dades Gorge.
The Atlas Mountains near Cascades d’Ouzad.
Cascades d’Ouzad is a waterfall in the Atlas Mountains near the source of the feeding river.
Ruins of an old Kasbah.
Our view from the mountain Kasbah.
View from outside our room at the Kasbah.
Our view from the mountain Kasbah.
Feeding one of the camels Le Petit Princess uses for its overnight desert journeys.
Yes, a donkey is the original 4X4 (and goes many places our truck cannot).
The local market parking lot. Donkeys are the transportation option of choice.
One of the guides and a few of the camels used by Le Petit Princess for overnight desert trips.
Our teacher showing us a hand made drill and how it works.
Our market guide, Mohammed.
The ladies of Zebra Camp preparing bread.
While we waited for our pizza I decided to check out the kitchen. Nice!
Armed with her experiences in India, Celine expertly negotiates the purchase of a few spices.
Chris and Hassam, whom guided us 20 meters to a view of the falls behind his house.
A spice stand in the market in Rissani.
Our excellent breakfast in the Kasbah.
Later in the afternoon Celine placed her foot in the sands of the Sahara.
In the morning Celine put her foot in the snows of the Atlas….
Who needs upgraded shocks?
Every person must have their own satellite dish.
The sign for Cadsablanca on the highway.
The jammed ferry.
Our campsite friends from the gas station on our first night in Morocco.
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