I love getting up in the morning and riding my bike down the road past things I’ve never seen towards places I’ve never been. Knowing this will end makes my time here more enjoyable. Like my son Drew said when looking at the leaning tower of Pisa: “Knowing that it will fall someday makes it so much more poignant.”
Emily Dickenson writes:
That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don’t believe
Does not exhilarate.
That if it be, it be at best
An ablative estate —
This instigates an appetite
The oasis around Skoura boasts some nice homes.
I’m especially enjoying the wide open vistas of the high desert.
The city of Ouarzezate appears as I top a crest.
This is Aït Benhaddou, now a world heritage site, formerly a stop in the camel caravan route between the Sahara and Marrakesh.
The Atlas mountains backdrop Aït Benhaddou. A few families still live in the Ksar.
The view from the roof of my hotel. Here I’ll rest and explore Aït Benhaddou tomorrow.