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The Grunewald is the largest wooded area in western Berlin and a popular retreat for the city's residents and visitors. Amidst dense forests, numerous paths, and the surrounding lake district with the Havel River, Wannsee Lake, and the Grunewald chain of lakes, you quickly forget that you're in the heart of a major city.

Havelchaussee is almost always a good option and the number one cycling spot in southwest Berlin. It's about 10 km along the Havel River on undulating terrain through the Grunewald forest. The asphalt is of medium quality. Traffic is heavy in good weather and on weekends.

Between Katteweg and Am Waldhaus, the Königsweg has now been "converted" into a bicycle street (typical Berlin, so simply painted on)

The Teufelsseechaussee is a cycle path. It's very easy to cycle here.

Before the rerouting, the A115 motorway ran west of Dreilinden. At this point, the motorway turned south toward the Teltow Canal. In doing so, it crossed the Potsdam Main Railway line (https://www.i2030.de/suedwest/). The old railway bridge is still preserved and a popular hiking destination. Also clearly visible is the crash barrier, which was intended to protect the central bridge pier from collisions with trucks. As part of the planning for its reopening, the question of whether the bridge is still needed is being considered.

Before the rerouting, the A115 motorway ran west of Dreilinden. At this point, the motorway turned south toward the Teltow Canal. In doing so, it crossed the Potsdam Main Railway line (https://www.i2030.de/suedwest/). The old railway bridge is still preserved and a popular cycling and hiking destination. Also clearly visible is the crash barrier, which was intended to protect the central bridge pier from collisions with trucks. As part of the planning for its reopening, the question of whether the bridge is still needed is being considered.

You don't just walk up here – you enter a piece of landscape that cannot be straightened. The roots of the pines, gnarled like old hands, grasp at everything that moves: shoe soles, thoughts, time. The path winds its way up the slope, unhurriedly, but earnestly. No shallow excuses, no light footing – whoever walks here walks with their whole body. On the left, the railing, constructed from crooked wood, as if carved by the forest itself. On the right, the hint of the abyss – not deep, but just deep enough to force your gaze to pause for a moment. And then these stairs. Built not by humans, but by roots. They hold together what is about to fall apart. Earth, memory, footsteps. Every step speaks of the patience of the trees, of their desire to ascend and branch out. Nothing spectacular awaits at the top. No observation tower, no bratwurst snack bar. Only the path that leads onward – and the silence that sounds different up here. Further, clearer. Anyone who has been here knows: Not everything beautiful has to be comfortable. But everything beautiful is worth the detour.

Many people on the road with good bet