リュッベン（シュプレーワルド）のおすすめランニングルート

人々に敬意を表す美しい像

散歩やサイクリングに美しい自然

幸いにも、スライドレールがあります🤙

A concrete wall with a silhouette of the city carved into it points the way to the old town. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any information about it online.

the starter from the 8th didn't show up anymore 😂

Super beautiful!

Those cycling away from the barges and canals of the Spreewald will come across a tranquil body of water south of Schlepzig that is more than just a pond: The Moorteich is nestled in a rustic pond landscape with birch trees, alders, and the typical interplay of wet ground and gnarled vegetation. This is where the Spreewald begins to break away from the postcard image and reveal its idiosyncratic beauty. The path there is unpaved, but easily navigable – a typical dike gravel path that winds gently between streams and bushes. If you're lucky, you might spot herons or cormorants, but most definitely: no hustle and bustle. The pond itself is large, open, and has a very unique, almost melancholy charm. Under a gray sky, a certain heaviness hangs over the surface; in summer, however, the water between the trees glows like a tranquil mirror. A simple bench would be nice, but it's missing. The atmosphere makes up for it – whoever sits, stands, looks, listens here automatically feels a little closer to nature than they did five minutes ago.

Between Lübben and Beeskow lies a piece of abandoned history: the former route of the Lower Lusatia Railway, which today runs like a dormant line through the Spreewald Forest. Cyclists who feel more at home on old paths than new roads will find a quiet companion here. The railway embankment is mostly well-paved, partly asphalted, partly paved with crumbling concrete slabs – not suitable for racing bikes, but solid for touring bikes with some tread. Where the steam locomotive once puffed, birdsong now reigns. The tracks are still visible in places, overgrown with grass or completely swallowed up by vegetation. Old level crossings and rusted St. Andrew's crosses remind us that this was once the rhythm of the region. The section near Lübben is particularly charming: it leads through sparse forests, past moorland, streams, and former railway stations that now lie dormant. You roll through time and hardly notice it passing.