Anyone traveling along the Oder-Neisse Cycle Path and thinking there are no more surprises hasn't yet experienced the "Black Pit." A name like something out of an old fairytale book—and that's exactly how it feels when you immerse yourself in this forest. The path narrows, the light is filtered, and the noise of the world stays outside like an unwelcome guest.
Here, in the nature reserve near Jerischke, they stand close together: small-leaved lindens, pedunculate oaks, hornbeams, and beeches—old trees with a gnarled character. The ground is soft, the leaves are fragrant, and somewhere a bird calls, seemingly in no hurry. No wonder some simply call this section the "Fairytale Forest." Those who rest here might hear the moss breathing—or at least their own heart.
The "Black Pit" isn't a tourist hotspot, but a place that lives in silence. One that shows that not every attraction has to be loud. And that sometimes the best thing is simply to stop for a moment, take a deep breath, and realize: I'm here. In the middle of the forest, in the middle of now.
For cyclists, this section is more than just a passage – it's an invitation to dismount. To look. And maybe even to marvel. Because anyone who rides through this forest with their eyes open will take away more than just kilometers: a feeling of peace, of grounding – and a little touch of magic.