グラスヒュッテのおすすめMTBライド

天気が良いと、ザクセン・スイス（ケーニヒシュタイン城、リリエンシュタイン）まで見渡せます…ベンチもありますよ :)

エキサイティングな歴史なので、立ち寄る価値があります。

The short detour across the meadow to the porcini mushroom is worthwhile; breathtaking view.

Not spectacular, but still something: once just a stone across the stream and once a beautiful wooden bridge.

The village of Dittersdorf, near Lauenstein, also includes the hamlet of Neudörfel, which was formerly just a single farmstead. To this farmstead lay the ironworks, now the Herrenmühle (Manor Mill), located nearby in the valley. Many years ago, both properties were owned by a certain Pessel, a wealthy but equally avaricious man who would stop at nothing to increase his wealth. Once, he went to communion at the church in Liebenau, to which the farmstead had previously belonged, and saw the Lauenstein tax collector place a brand-new gold coin on the altar as an offering. The devil then gave him the evil idea of stealing this gold coin. So he waited until all the other communicants had approached the altar, and when he, as the last to arrive to receive the host, deftly stole it from the altar. The clergyman, however, had noticed the sacrilege, and when Pessel was about to receive the chalice on the other side of the altar, the clergyman withdrew him, publicly proclaimed his shameful deed, and cursed him. Pessel staggered home, but terror and remorse threw him onto his sickbed, from which he never rose again. A few days later, in the early morning hours, as his hammermen were carrying him to his grave in Liebenau, a sudden thunderstorm surprised them at the entrance to the Trebnitz valley. They placed the coffin at the edge of a meadow and fled to the mill at the bottom. After a terrible clap of thunder, the storm had passed, and they emerged from the mill to continue the funeral procession, but the coffin had vanished without a trace, and it was believed that the devil had carried it off along with its contents. Since that time, however, the shadow of old Pessel has been seen every midnight, wandering around the mill and, with a chilling howl, seeking his pallbearers and begging them to bring him to rest. This haunting quickly brought the mill itself into disrepute; no one wanted to have their grain ground there anymore, and even fewer found peace within its walls. As a result, it was soon abandoned by its inhabitants and stands as a ruin, bearing witness to this gruesome tale for all eternity. https://sagenpfa.de/sage.php?stat=82

It's just incredibly beautiful here 😊.

It's just incredibly beautiful here 😊.

There is a very nice rest hut on the "Weg zum Trebnitzgrund".