Land of the Tree-Climbing Goats

Eastern Morocco is mostly desert. That is a broad term, though, and most desert is not what you might think. The picturesque, sandy desert with dunes (like Erg Chebbi) is fairly rare. Your average Moroccan desert is a bleak expanse of blackish-brown gravel, like a half-finished road paving project.

Trees, when you see them, are mostly acacias. Driving around Morocco I would sometimes forget that we were technically in Africa, but seeing those acacias with their splayed branches and flat crowns made me want to bust out that song from The Lion King. You know the one.

After days of driving through desert, the landscape finally began to change. We were driving into the Souss, the fertile river valley nestled between the High Atlas and Anti-Atlas mountains. It’s an area of rolling hills, sort of Mediterranean in appearance, and famous for a certain kind of tree found almost nowhere else on earth: argan.

Argans are short, gnarly, evergreen trees distantly related to the persimmon, the Brazil nut, and the azalea. They have been cultivated by the Berbers for thousands of years for firewood, livestock forage, and especially for their oil.

Argan trees, as far as the eye can see

In April, argan trees sprout clusters of oblong fruits that look like a cross between an olive and a lime. The kernel inside is full of fatty oil. Argan oil is used for cosmetics (I’m told it’s good for the hair), and roasted argan oil is delicious as a dip for bread, drizzled over salads, or mixed with peanut or almond paste and honey to make a sweet all-purpose breakfast spread called amlou.

People don’t eat argan fruit (it’s said to smell sweet but taste bitter), but the Souss is crawling with herds of less picky eaters: behold, the famous Moroccan tree-climbing goats.

These fearless dopes climb up to the very tops of the argan trees to get their fix, making for some wild photo opportunities. Typically, where there are goats, there’s a shepherd waiting nearby to pose you with a cute baby kid and charge you twenty bucks for the privilege.

I didn’t hold any baby goats, and I didn’t give any shepherds nearly that much money. Like I’ve said numerous times now, you can’t blame them for trying, but a better use of your money would be to buy some argan oil. Seriously, it’s delicious. Until then, enjoy more climbing goats!

Tree-Climbing Goats

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