This will become our base camp for a week. He helps us set up, pours the next round of tea, and smiles a wise, toothless grin. God's garden is a freeride country. The next day, in the midst of the fantasy mountain scenery, the sun burns down on us fiercely. Wowgoulzat, Azurki, Mgoun - all gigantic mountains with endless slopes.
Nothing interrupts their harmonious line.
No glaciers, no forests, no streets, no houses, nothing other than space and light. Moha, Ibrahim, and two mules walk far ahead. Despite our quick steps, we can't keep up with them. As the snow becomes deeper, we unload the mules. Until we get to the base camp at Lac Izouar, we have to carry the gear ourselves.