뢰츠보이렌 주변 최고의 가족 하이킹 & 워킹 코스

Beautiful tree-lined avenue between Lötzbeuren and the Scholmunderhof with panoramic views of the landscape and benches.

Enchanted by the sound of the lyre several centuries ago and rooted in the rock - the thick-skinned figure on the historical Leiermannspfad between Lötzbeuren and the Ahringsbach. During the late afternoon hours it comes out of its hiding place in the sunshine and shows itself in all its beauty. You can find the historical Leiermannspfad here: https://www.komoot.com/de-de/highlight/729806 with the story from Reinhold Wagner's book "Knights-Robbers-Saints" - Legends of the Mosel-Eifel-Hunsrück.

The horse-drawn carriage from Pferde Abenteuer Hunsrück starts from here. Bookings at www.p-a-h.de

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Great old bridge over the creek

Small bridge over the creek

More about the village church Saint Lawrence, a martyr burned in 258, is probably the namesake of the first chapel in the village. This little church was a branch of Enkirch; Lötzbeuren already had a pastor before the separation from the mother church. A good century after the Reformation, the now Lutheran half-timbered church was called "fine and good building", but was torn down about fifty years later due to dilapidation. Only the tower was spared. A new church was built in the same place in the middle of the village and in the middle of the field of God. Construction began on April 8, 1717, and the day before Christmas Eve 1718, the Christians from Lötzbeuren, Raversbeuren and Hahn, who formed a parish, had completed their work. Continue reading.... https://www.loetzbeuren.de/dorfportrait/kulturgut/

The owner of the Schollmunderhof explained the name "Leiermannspfad" in 1921 as follows: Two or three hundred years ago there were no music bands in the Moselle villages that played at festivals and celebrations, for baptisms, weddings or funfair. This was once done by the lyre, a kind of violin that was made to sound with a crank handle and plucked on the sides at the same time. A Leiermann also lived in Enkirch, who once returned home late at night from a wedding reception. He used the steep mountain path that is now called Leiermannspfad. Suddenly he heard a strange grunt and grunt and stopped dead. Then he saw a huge bear a short distance away. The lyre man climbed a tree like a squirrel, for the bear came running with mighty sentences. The mighty animal frolicked around the tree with a constant growl, thrusting its nose against the bark and, with long, sharp claws, raised its paw menacingly at the trunk. The thick branches, however, prevented the beast from climbing the tree. For a while the lyre man sat stiff and rigid with fear in the branches and looked down at the grumbling monster. When he finally recovered a little from his fright, he started playing on the lyre. But all the music was in vain; the bear did not move from the spot, but sat on the broad backside and romped around the tree, humming again and again. So the lyre man played all night long. On the one hand, he encouraged himself in this way, on the other hand, the lovely tones had a soothing effect on the restless animal. Yes, only at dawn did the thick fur disappear in the forest because he feared the bright day. The lyre man quickly climbed down from his uncomfortable bed and ran as quickly as his legs carried him to Enkirch. Source: "Knights, robbers and saints" say about the Moselle, Eifel and Hunsrück