Done by Sabine
August 11, 2019
Yesterday RheinBurgenWeg with no castles, today RheinBurgenWeg with some castles. They proudly look down on the Rhine and have no idea of the Celtic refuge, which wants to shield itself from the outside world on the Dommelberg with a mighty rampart. I quickly conquered the Fliehburg and photographically secured it. My further Burgenerkundungsweg leads me over the comfortable Celtic rampart, which in its time represented an imposing bulwark against its enemies. From there I also spot Lahneck and Stolzenfels. At the Weidgenhöhe the wall runs out and I move on forest roads of various kinds. About this variety of ways I almost forget that it is constantly uphill, meter by meter. The Koblenzer Stadtwald, in which I would get lost, would not be the nice whispery Komoot voice to the side, is huge and pervaded by many Kerbtälern. The large, gentle ridges slope down infinitely far down to lead a brook into the Rhine somewhere deep down.In some places they plunge into the depths and the hiker shudders on a narrow path. What a force of nature!And in the depths, some brook clings to its craggy walls and, with its help, makes its way into the Rhine.Admiring, I walk past this scene change, forget about it almost time and space. Until I get to a blackberry hedge. All the way along just before the Roman temple of Mercury. The berries are so huge, so juicy and almost black. I can not resist that. One after the other disappears from the bush into the abdomen.Strengthened it goes on towards Rhens. I do not visit the temple of Mercury. I already know him. A real gem in the Koblenz city forest.A little later I meet Wolfsdelle on the dream path. And on the Wegedoppelpack I climb the Hunsrückhöhe. My effort is rewarded: Rhens lies at my feet.But before I finally conquer the place, my path still bends and leads me to the Jewish cemetery.In the silence of the forest such a quiet place. That fits. They are all old graves, a hundred years old and even older. Some tombstones show traces of devastation. Some graves no longer have tombstones. And there are no new graves. Grief, lack of tolerance and reparation - many emotions are superimposed on this small place and cast a spell over the viewer.Quietly, I pull the door behind me and go my way. To Rhens. I think about the cemetery, which so quietly and self-confidently claims its place in the forest.The path turns into a smaller mountain trail, steep down through meadows, past allotments, through thickets and ends just before the ring road to Rhens.And there stands the king's chair, broad, somewhat gloomy in front of a spectacular backdrop: the Rhine! Electors, emperors and mayors were at his service. Fate has assigned him a new task: it is turning into an attractive photo background for tourists.The stage is done and it is only a few meters through the impressive medieval Rhens to the train station.It was a nice tour!