On our final day in Morocco a portion of our group made the trek to Oukaimeden. As we had hoped, the drizzly Marrakesh weather was fresh powder in the mountains. Jim decided he had no desire to attempt the long trip.
The trip took a couple of hours each way. We made a few stops for picture-taking, and it always amazed me that wherever a tourist was sighted, Moroccan children swarmed out of the woodwork offering the same coral beads and other trinkets that we saw at every other place.
Although there was no snow in the lower elevations, the road was pretty icy up above.
This appeared to be the extent of the commercial district. There were quite a few houses that seemed to be privately owned, but not much in the way of hotels.
The "base lodge" was rather basic: rocky outcroppings in the snow.
There were two main "areas." The closer one (although it clearly wasn't too close) consisted of two Poma lifts and three short slopes. The farther one was served by a double-chair that disappeared over the ridge.
Sharon is ready to hit the slopes.
In Greek myth, Atlas held the heavens on his shoulders. He was later turned into stone: the mountains that bear his name.On a clear day, you can see ... the Atlantic! This was the view from the top of the chair. I don't know if you really could see as far as the ocean, but it certainly felt like it.
The skiing really was fabulous. Great powder!
Since we were feeling our way down and taking pictures at every opportunity, we didn't feel that we had enough time for a second run. Gordon, on the other hand, did take at least one other. We don't know what trails he came down because none of us ever saw him.
Eventually he showed up.
Our day in the Atlas was a fitting end to a fabulous "see and ski" trip. Many thanks to the McKinleys for doing the heavy lifting of putting it together.
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