엘베-엘스터‬에서 가장 멋진 ‪20‬개의 천연기념물

Niederlausitz 습지 풍경을 조망할 수 있는 5m 높이의 전망대. 특정 계절에는 이곳에서 두루미 등을 관찰할 수 있습니다.

잘 조성된 플랫폼이 있는 아름다운 보행로. Alte Moor로 가는 길에 표지판이 있습니다.

Even in winter, a visit to this platform and a walk along the moorland path are worthwhile. The tall grasses and tree stumps have a mystical quality amidst the icy and snowy landscape.

The Pulsnitz is a tributary of the Black Elster River. It rises near Ohorn, not far from the small town of Pulsnitz in Saxony, and flows through the towns of Pulsnitz, Königsbrück, and Ortrand. The Pulsnitz flows through the Königsbrück and Krakau Heath, where the Königsbrück military training area was located between 1906 and 1992, and where the market town of Krakau existed until 1938. After approximately 60 kilometers, it now flows into the Black Elster near Elsterwerda. However, its original mouth, and thus the border between Saxony and Brandenburg, was located after the village of Tettau. This formed the historical tripoint of the Margraviate of Meissen with Upper and Lower Lusatia. https://www.pulsnitztal.de/pulsnitztal.html

"Prösa" is the name given to a small village in the northeast of the old Liebenwerda Heath. The name is derived from the Slavic word "breza," also "briza" (brschiza), meaning "birch." The "Forsthaus Prösa" nature reserve covers a total of 3,325 hectares. The full story: http://www.hohenleipisch.de/verzeichnis/visitenkarte.php?mandat=76158

More information about the Gotthold mine can be found here: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grube_Gotthold. There are various swimming spots, and the small quartz sand cliffs are worth a visit!

A very special place with a remarkably long history. "During the period between the late Bronze Age and the early Iron Age, a hillfort was built near the site as a refuge or defensive fort. This earthwork was approximately 400 meters in diameter. Later, the hillfort was used by Germanic and Slavic tribes." The site is perfect for a long break or a hearty picnic.

Where water meets water, not only streams but also stories mingle. The Pulsnitz, small and subdued, carries its brownish waters with a certain humility—almost as if to apologize for the disturbance. The Black Elster receives them without many words. It's a crooked kiss in the gentle rain, a confluence without pomp. Wet grass lies on the bank, punctured by molehills. The sky hangs low, as if it wanted to listen. Not a soul in sight. Only the sound of two rivers, which from now on share a common direction. And you yourself, standing there and watching, fall silent—not because it's spectacular here, but because it's enough.