Bad start to the day when two of the group decided the trek was not for them and headed back to Marrakech. A real pity to lose them and a slight thought as they went as to whether I should join them. It soon passed as we headed up river hoping over boulders and stepping stones as we went. We left the river and headed up, and up and up. 1100 meters up today and I felt every meter. It was worth it though, the views were tremendous. As we climbed we passed villages clinging to the sides of cliffs in places which are cut off by snow for two months each year. We had lunch in a charming oasis by a delightful brook and then climbed some more. Eventually made camp at the valley head by another stream. Some hardy souls went in and I washed my feet and head. The rest of me stayed dry.