슈프레 나이세‬에서 가장 멋진 ‪20‬개의 천연기념물

A small festival ground nestled among woven willow branches.

In the midst of the countryside, not far from the hustle and bustle of Burg, rises a structure that is more than architecture: The Willow Dome, a walk-in living sculpture made of living willow branches, draws its arches toward the sky. Between the curved walls, the wind gently blows through the foliage, rustling gently as you walk through it or push your bike along the side. Built as part of the "Arena Salix" in the medicinal and aromatic plant garden, the Willow Dome is not a typical tourist destination with a chip shop and selfie point, but rather a place of contemplation. It lives in the rhythm of the seasons – in spring, young shoots sprout, in summer the green roof offers shade, in autumn the foliage glows in golden tones. In winter, the scaffolding rests, but even then, with quiet elegance, it tells the story of growth, change, and craftsmanship. The detour is worthwhile – even for cyclists. The paths are well-maintained, and the surrounding area is spacious, with picnic benches and information signs, but without any frills. If you like, you can combine your visit with a tour of the adjacent nature experience area – including a touch box, a snack patch, and a woodpecker telephone (yes, really!). An experience for the senses – no entry fee, no crowds, just there. Tip for planning your trip: The Willow Dome is ideally located on the edge of Burg and is easily accessible from the Gurkenradweg (cucumber cycle path). If you arrive early in the day, you often have it all to yourself – and can simply stand still among the living arches. Or as an elderly gentleman at the entrance put it: "You breathe differently in there." There's nothing to add to that.

Great view

Small, well-kept park invites you to take a short break (right next to the cycle path!)

Nice and sandy, so better take the MTB instead of the gravel

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.

Such beautiful flowers everywhere

So many roses without end