Day Four - The Black Forest In Fall
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Apparently the wind blew quite a bit through the night because Saturday morning revealed a bright and mostly clear day. We were both anxious to get going, so while it took us two hours to get through breakfast and whatever other rituals there are to beginning a day, we began our journey relatively early. Our plan was to trek through the
We drove south from
The winding roads wove us through the rambling hillsides, which eventually gave way to larger mountainous regions. Making a gorgeous journey even more distinct, many of the roads are shadowed by footpaths where numerous locals walk or bike their way along.
One of the first major towns we came across was Sankt Peter. The distinct twin steeples of its main church rose out of the trees as we rounded a corner, beckoning us to waylay our journey. We parked next to a rustic stream beneath gold-leafed trees and ascended a small path to the town square.
Unfortunately the church itself was undergoing a facelift and much of the front was shrouded in scaffolding ensconced with green tarps.
Going into the church we saw your typical transepts and choir. But it was quite ornate and certainly sounded like it must be of interest as there was a tour group in the front getting all the low-down in German and frequently ooing or awing - even laughing. My observation was more direct. Probably the most standout feature to me was the organ in the balcony. NOTE TO SELF: Always look for the organ loft when in a European church - they could be the most interesting place in the church. Its many pipes and horns were set against some sort of white substance. Porcelain, maybe? And it was all dotted with gold highlights.
We walked through the rest of the town, taking pictures of shops and homes. By now many of the homes were in what I call the Alp motif; dominant white on the lower portion, and dark timber accenting the upper section. Balconies with overflowing flower boxes festoon the windows completing the look. They are a visual feast.
Our journey continued on to St. Morgan, which being so very nearly similar to St. Peter, we didn’t stop for many pictures. However, we did take our picture next to the town sign as a memento. While it was sunny, it was also a crisp fall day, and what the pictures don’t really relate is that we were both quite cool in the few minutes it took to snap the shots.
We drove on through the little town of
The church in Todtnau is arguably the focal center point. Its twin towers are somewhat greenish which only accentuates its striking architecture. The architecture made me think it was probably a Russian Orthodox church or something along those lines but it turned out to be just a standard Catholic church. Inside however, it was rather modern in its design. There was a large mosaic up front with several stained glass windows around the walls.
That probably seems like a typo, but it’s actually the correct German spelling for our English equivalent; waterfall. It was a 2km hike through the back woods of Todtnau to reach the falls. We didn’t climb to the top, but made our first acquaintance with this natural beauty at about the midpoint. As Derik pointed out, there really isn’t much to see from the top of a falls anyway, just water falling over the edge. So, we decided to stay midlevel as it would afford us better pictures.
I’m not really finding exciting sounding words for the falls, but they were attractive.
There was time - just. Derik and I were nearly the last people up the lift to the top of what we think was about a 1500 or 2000 ft hill. Well, actually it wasn’t the top. It continued on, but that’s where the lift ended. And from there you could ride in a coaster-like toboggan to the bottom on a very well designed track. By pushing forward on two levers either side of the sled, you accelerated. If you pulled back you slowed down.
It’s probably the nearest thing I can honestly remember to skiing. Well, I obviously wouldn’t “remember” skiing as I was only 5 or 6 at the time of my only skiing experience and that wasn’t the most productive outing of my young life. But this Alpine coaster banked corners, took dips, all the while inducing some fairly strong stomach churns and g-forces. It was a great end to a great day and both Derik and I had a blast.
As we drove on with our day, we came through the town of
As dusk quickly began to envelope the countryside we became more anxious to find a spot to park for the night.
Finally we were back on the road and headed for Waldshut, on the