To the Fairy Falls

This day ride was to Amselfall, the barest trickle of water over moss and fern in a small forest valley. After enjoying the peace and a little meditation, I decided to follow the earthen path in the direction of home. I’d come by the paved cycle route but was eager for more of the forest’s hush. I quickly noticed that the trail was lined with clovers: surely a sign of Fairy affirmed luck! Well, after bumping along over root and stone, shirt and skin catching on stretching arms of spiked raspberry bushes, my delightful path vanished. Before turning around, I enjoyed a few mouthwatering explosions of those sweet red berries.

26km round trip.Leia mais