The first urge to exercise of the year and the fact that it is better to chat with friends in the fresh air at the moment led me to the small but nice Saarland again. At every nook and cranny you are impressively confronted with its mining tradition. Large parts of the route ran on the Karl-May-Weg, although the relevance of the man for this section of the forest remains closed to me. One looks at director's mansions, officials 'houses, remnants of formerly splendidly laid out mansion gardens, a miners' festival area (Wambe-Platz) on a chestnut avenue, which one definitely wants to see again during the heyday before continuing across the forest, at all sorts of pings (mostly through wild Coal mining emerged), quarries and sand pits, and through pretty but currently slippery forest paths.
January 1, 2021