쿠칭제 최고의 워킹 & 하이킹 경로

Located directly in the village square is this war memorial for the Kolberg residents who fell in the First World War. A simple boulder on a brick base bears the inscription "THE DIED A HERO'S DEATH IN THE WORLD WAR 1914-1918" and below it the names of the fallen.

Could the figure be a second version of Rainer Schubert's sculpture "Fish" (1980s)? The stone sculpture is located directly on the shore of the Kolberg bathing beach on Lake Wolzig. The fish seems to be gazing longingly at the lake...🤔?

Very beautiful path through shady forest and past field edges.

There are paths that lead nowhere – and that is precisely their greatest strength. The path along the Stör Canal is one of them. A narrow line through the landscape, marked by tree roots, protected by the shade of beech trees, accompanied by water that knows no hurry here. And then there is this bench. It doesn't stand in the way, it doesn't ask questions. It waits. Set between ferns and the edge of the forest, half wood, half moss, overlooking the shimmering green water that does little more than reflect itself. A place for all those who want to be still – or already are. You hear little here – the beating of your own heart, perhaps, the rustling of a bird in the undergrowth, the quiet intake of breath from the canal, which seems as if it could also be dreaming. Those who take a seat here aren't just sitting. They become part of a scene that seeks nothing because it has everything: light, foliage, silence. And the invitation to simply stay. You should come here more often. But you only say that when you leave. While you are sitting, you don't say anything.

They say the eye finds rest when it sees expanse. Anyone who wants to explore this phrase should walk the towpath along the Storkow Canal. It's a path that doesn't impose itself – and that's precisely why it stays. The canal flows through the countryside like a tranquil thought, flanked by birch trees that bear a light glow even in winter. Here, between Philadelphia and Kummersdorf, Brandenburg stretches out in its most beautiful simplicity. The sky hangs so low that it kisses the water. And on the water, perhaps a boat passes by, slow as a thought that has nowhere to go. It smells of grass, of old wood, of yesterday and the day after tomorrow. Whoever walks here doesn't have to say much. The path tells enough. Of horses that once pulled barges. Of walkers like WanderTom, who write: "Simply wonderful" – and are right. The canal becomes a mirror. Not just for trees and clouds, but also for what within us wants to be still. You don't walk here. You let yourself be guided. By the water. By the light. And by the quiet feeling that sometimes a narrow path contains more than an entire city.

Fire department museum with prison and inmates! :-)

Unexpected bicycle repair shop

In the past, the Finow barges transported their goods on the canal. Since the canal has hardly any current, the sails were hoisted. When there was no wind, however, people or animals had to pull the barges from the towpath.