Our two rows of camels rested in the darkness before dawn near the circle of tents in the towering Erg Chebbi dunes, a few miles from Morocco's border with Algeria. The cool air carried the aroma of coffee brewing as the sky began to lighten.
To the west, a guide was leading three camels and their passengers on a dawn ride. To the east, a few of my travel companions were climbing to the top of a huge dune. As the sun's rays broke across the dunes, the color of the sand seemed to change from dark terra cotta to light orange.
It was dawn in the Sahara Desert.
You can't help but feel a sense of wonder and magic in this place, one of the world's most fabled deserts. The chance to spend a night in the desert was one of the experiences that drew us to Morocco. But so much of what we did on our 13-day trip was totally unexpected.
Morocco's Atlas Mountains are nearly as high as any in the Alps — and so are their ski resorts. In spring, the verdant green valleys and broad pastures look like rural Wisconsin.
Driving through the mountains, we stopped to see the stunning rock formations at Todra Gorge, a canyon popular with climbers and hikers. Farther north, archaeologists are excavating the Roman town of Volubilis, established by pioneers sent from Rome to create an olive oil industry.
In modern contrast, the tonier parts of the capital city of Rabat and Casablanca could be mistaken for any big city in southern Europe, complete with an Ikea store and Land Rover dealership. And yes, we made a stop at Rick's Cafe, but it's as inauthentic as a Hollywood movie set.
In the foothills of the High Atlas Mountains south of Marrakech, we sipped gin and tonic by the turquoise-blue swimming pool of Auberge Chez Momo in Ouirgane, a hotel made up of stucco bungalows with a lake view that could just as easily have been in Provence.