About slueart

Ich laufe - ich bin!
Meine Motivation zum Wandern ist vielschichtig, der Einfachheit und der Mehrdeutigkeit wegen schließe ich mich einigen Denkern an, deren weise Worte zum Thema Wandern mich begleiten.
Ich laufe - ich schreibe.
Mittlerweile nehmen die Tourdokumentationen einen festen Raum ein bei jeder meiner Wanderungen. Wenn auch nicht immer in so weise Worte verpackt, so bin ich doch beständig darauf bedacht, das Erlebte in Worten fest zu schreiben.
„Der Wanderer wandert nicht um ein bestimmtes Ziel auf dem schnellsten Wege
zu erreichen, sondern er wandert um des Wanderns willen“
wusste schon Hans Jürgen von der Wense.
Nur wo man zu Fuß war, sei man auch wirklich gewesen, befand bereits der bekanntlich gut herumgekommene Goethe und Friedrich Nietzsche empfahl, keinem Gedanken zu trauen,
„der nicht im Freien geboren ist und bei freier Bewegung“.
Viele meiner Touren sind Heimat-Touren, das Landkartennetz im Kopf verdichtet sich: „Wie glücklich der, welcher sagen kann: Es gibt gewiss viel Grösseres und Schöneres in der Natur, dies aber ist mir innig und vertraut, blutsverwandt, ja noch mehr.“ (Wense)
Und vergessen wir nicht, dass Wandern allen Diktaturen verpönt und verdächtig erscheint, weil es unabhängig und frei ist!
Wandern macht anarchisch – wenn nicht gar anarchistisch.
(Zitate: kunstforum.de/artikel/nur-narr-nur-dichter-nur-wanderer)Folgende ansprechende Weisheit finde ich bei Hansjörg Schneider ("Hunkelers Geheimnis"):
"Der Mensch ist ein Lauftier. Er muss laufen und in Bewegung bleiben, immer weiter. Das hält ihn am Leben, bis es ihn niederstreckt."

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  1. slueart and KC🌞 went on a Tour.

    3 days ago

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    slueart, KC🌞 and 25 others like this.
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      "Racener for Future"
      City tour
      Demo in Düssi
      "Fryday.For.Future" has now had many offshoots. Committed people of all ages jump on the moving train that is driven by the young activists and climate campaigners. "Teachers ...", "Parents.For.Future", but also "Vegan Grandmas Against Right", we also find our place in this colorful cauldron, as "RenNtner.For.Future", two not very fresh boys, but who are good at walking and are of the opinion that the zenith of a negative climate policy must have passed.Before we go to the demo in friendly company, Klaus shows me a little bit of his hometown Düsseldorf, which was no stranger to me either. I am amazed to see that a lot has changed, the bulky, architecturally attractive, new buildings of the Köbogen testify to the immodest way of Düsseldorf.
      Especially here in the corner of the Kö are the temples of consumption, which, symbolically interpreted, are almost contrary to
      the concerns of all climate protectors work.
      But some of the sights have also been preserved; so the courtyard garden is still a delightful piece of green in which it is easy to linger.
      Even seagulls and gray herons like it here.
      And of course the Rhine promenade deserves a lot more time, as does the old town; they are only touched today.I personally notice the many sculptures and sculptures in public space, some of which appeal to me very much, be it the realistic "column saints" on various advertising pillars ..."The artist Christoph Pöggeler has placed his realistic sculptures" Die Säulenheiligen "on advertising pillars in downtown Düsseldorf."
      ... or Uecker's nail, which seems to have been driven into the earth on the Köbogen.
      It sounds hollow when you knock.
      "Günther Uecker is a German painter and object artist. He was best known for his relief-like nail pictures. Some of his artistic objects can be assigned to kinetic art."
      Special attention must be paid to the artist Bert Gerresheim in Düsseldorf; we look at his "town elevation monument" on the northern, walled-in Düssel."The city survey monument is a memorial to commemorate the granting of city rights to Düsseldorf. It is located on Joseph-Wimmer-Gasse at the corner of Müller-Schlösser-Gasse in the old town. The sculpture was made by Bert Gerresheim The motifs include the battle of Worringen, the sealing of the town elevation document and the elevation of the parish church, consecrated to St. Lambertus, to the status of a canon. " (Wiki)Then it's off to the demo, which begins with a rally that is unfortunately stricken with the same wasteland as if it were made by the "old people".
      From our favorable position not far from the Girardet Bridge on Kögraben, we can fill up one of the rows of ten at the beginning of the train when it finally starts.
      And then there is a demonstration.Let's hope the calls don't go unheard!AND NOW GO TO VOTE!
      Choose the color of nature !!

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      • 2 days ago

  2. slueart, Paula and 55 others like this.
    1. slueart

      2021-09-20 / 21
      strong as a bear 12
      V-shaped full moon night hike
      from Venlo to Viersen
      50km / 250hm
      There are many of the mottos who want to classify today's hike thematically.Our 24th serious hiking venture in 2021, "strong as a bear" because we are again exploring the limits of the transport association, unfortunately still partly with the SEV, now from Mönchengladbach, where we wrongly get on the bus, which has all the stops from MG to Venlo instead of taking the direct bus.
      When we notice this, the express bus has long been over the fields.
      Start in Venlo an hour later than planned.
      What does VVV mean?
      Everyone who has already visited the Netherlands appreciates the merits of the "Vereniging voor Vreemdelingenverkeer".
      As is well known, VVV stands for "Veni, Vidi, Vici."
      This connection with our night hike (NW) is also obvious!
      Finally we cracked the top five, but the aspect of "barely arrived, already won" is missing; We were on foot for twelve hours, tapping through the dark night for the longest time.
      Whereby another acronym meaning "Veel Voorkomende VAGEN" is of secondary importance; We can take the ferry from Baarlo to Steyl until nine o'clock. We only eat something that is already in our rucksack.
      What remains is the most important, completely new meaning of the abbreviation, full moon-Venlo-Viersen in V-shape (although we only noticed our contribution on the subject of "figure wandering" while we were running.)
      Our second night hike this year.
      Again we suffered a kind of "night sunburn" because of the long period of time that we spent in the fresh air, which was also cold at night; because later the faces burn.
      You wonder why these guys walk through such a great area in the dark?
      Well, firstly, we actually expected more light, moonlight, and secondly, I don't know where and how to begin to describe the fascination of night hiking.
      And the full moon?
      Old Swede, announced by various weather apps and eagerly awaited, he hides behind the cloud cover that does not disappear; However, it illuminates our little world sufficiently, in optimally dimmed form it does not shine for us, but its pale light is sufficient to illuminate the often pebble paths so that we can follow them without additional lamplight.
      So more about the dark.
      It gives what is seen, often only suspected, one, no, many new consistencies, you often see things that jump out of your head into the receptive indeterminacy of the darkness.
      Then the loneliness and the silence.
      After the end of the twilight, following the transfer over the Maas, we no longer meet anyone, no one.
      It's quiet, we have to admonish each other several times not to be so loud; To speak already means noise.
      The landscape.
      She is there.
      Dark and discreet.
      Two-light and streaked with fog.
      Sometimes mysterious and fantastic, sometimes just quiet and wide.
      The natural memory complements the swallowed colors of the silver-gray paper cutouts. Sometimes complementary sparks flash in tired eyes.
      Long paths, which during the day elicit a sigh in the face of the straight wasteland, now elicit a sigh of relief from you, as they allow the hikers to meditate in step; the eyes half closed, forgiving any staggering step and various pendulum movements, the straight lines pull us like clockwork through the night.
      Only in the Dutch border area, the Beeseler Land; later, seemingly endless, through the arable and maize areas west of Dülken.
      The wild animals that we unintentionally scare away remain invisible except for one or the other briefly flashing nightwing, but they are always present.
      A pack of wild boars is particularly present, rolling through the woods right next to us; We stop frozen so as not to cross their path, but that, despite the invisibility, it is clearly a wild boar, is confirmed by the extremely powerful olfactory presence of the pack.
      Strong, spicy note.
      We startle aquatic animals unnoticed by us, hear them splashing and disappearing in the dark water. Screams from night-flying herons and many an unknown sound from the throat of birds of prey accompany us as we hike.Our tour can be divided into thirds.
      As the first third we feel the route until the final onset of darkness, when we "have" to leave the river south of Steyl, after passing the Maas power station, in order to walk first in a south-easterly direction, then later in an entirely easterly direction.

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      • 6 days ago

  3. slueart and KC🌞 went for a hike.

    September 17, 2021

    slueart, KC🌞 and 86 others like this.
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      strong as a bear 11
      Hagen-Hasper circuit
      23km / 650hm
      "Unfortunately, due to an extremely lame vehicle on the track in front of us, we are not yet able to dodgy afterwards," says the friendly female voice. Now we're on the open road, get yourself a coffee in Hagen. ",
      I write to my friend and fellow hiker K.C. when, after a short sigh of relief, I said "Too-early-happy!" but stuck again in a railroad infraction.
      However, the authentic, easy-going, cheerful female voice is a melodious sound in the automated world of passenger transport.
      Ten minutes late, I land in Hagen, meet my good coffee-drinking friend; Together we leave the city after a short passage and trudge through the city garden up the Elfriedenhöhe.
      The gradients are amazingly moderate today, but we rarely have to climb really steep slopes.
      We pass the "Waldlust" excursion restaurant, which is dormant in the morning and where the sandbags are piled up in the parking lot; find out at the Karl Ewald spring that the explanatory sign spoils the architecture of the fountain; break through (no, no, exaggerated) a cordon of the Prenzelweg, which not only makes little sense to us, but also turns out to be such and finally reaches the height of the Stern, where we take our first break on a semi-sunny bench, sweaty.Shortly afterwards all hell breaks loose, I am denied any humanity, I am insulted as the greatest monster of all time, stigmatized as a filthy, deeply despicable person.A black giant schnauzer comes running to us at the bank, drooling heavily on my pants, while Frau Schnauzer looks at it calmly.
      I tell her to call her dog back and push the big animal away from me with her leg.
      S C H I E B E!
      Nothing else, dear friends of the drooling four-legged friends, rest assured that you hopefully have all your favorites under control.
      "How can you kick my dog?" Snaps Ms. Schnauzer.
      This is followed by the first season of insults, the content of which I do not want to reproduce verbatim here, but which must all be based on a sound knowledge of my character, since they only relate to this, not to the situation.
      Well, not often, but when it does, then.
      I get loud.
      Now I snort too.
      Really loud.
      Kindly enough, on the content side, I only question her competence as a dog owner, but otherwise stay above the belt.
      The level, however, is enough for the two women to run away with their three dogs, not without screaming in a second season of the ultimate abuse that fades away in the distance and again really close to what I am worthless Be human.
      But something like that has a lasting effect, leaving a long-lasting, stale aftertaste behind everything "feeling right".
      Three kilometers of wonderful forest paths; on Eggeweg and Griebweg we continue through the Howald, we are enthusiastic about the multiple views and views; especially the rustic beeches on the slope condense into a stunningly beautiful piece of forest in which we forget the meanness.
      However, we leave the Howald through a dead ghost forest; Follow the stream for one kilometer and then cross the water of the same name and the busy Hagener Straße north of the Hasperbach district.
      "This broad-crowned, by no means straight-stemmed and rarely over 15 m high tree is planted more frequently than any other tree species in tropical settlements. The reason for this is its downright spectacular ornamental value The bright red, orchid-like flowers appear in large numbers at around the same time. The very long fruits, which are dark brown when ripe, also look very exotic. "

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      • September 18, 2021

  4. slueart and 2 others went for a hike.

    September 12, 2021

    Ursula, slueart and 64 others like this.
    1. slueart

      Wedding day
      House round
      12km / 200hm
      (Photographs by G&P)
      With a little imagination and goodwill, the running route could be reminiscent of a slightly shaky heart.
      Which goes extremely well with the occasion of our small family hike.
      The heart, not the wobble.
      After all, today is a wedding anniversary.
      Only late do we overcome a certain Sunday sluggishness, then we start our Niederwenigern house round in a very unspectacular manner.
      And it really is like this:
      Always different.
      Whether because of the time of year, the time of day, the weather or the mood; the well-known paths invite you to always new experiences.
      Today everything fits:
      The mood is casual and relaxed, the weather delicious, the season modern:
      September is the new summer.
      The sun is shining splendidly, the currently rare songbirds are represented in many ways by the butterflies that flutter around the flowers.Cat lolls lazily on the tanning bed, demonstrating its not only Sunday indolence with its yawning mouth.Maize changes the landscape quickly and formatively in this late summer time.
      Suddenly the usual view is gone; When Saint Mauritius almost disappears behind the tall corn stalks, the slope of the Bahrenberg becomes a green ravine.
      The view takes us far over the northern Ruhr area near Gelsenkirchen, in the zoom we can see the Overscholven dump next to the Scholven power plant."The Oberscholven dump in Gelsenkirchen-Scholven is 202m above sea level and 140m above the valley floor, the highest elevation in the Ruhr area. With its distinctive structures (2 wind turbines and a radio mast), it is a landmark that can be seen from afar.
      The dump was created from 1966 to 1987 using tailings from the Scholven, Bergmannsglück and Emscher-Lippe collieries. The 8m high summit cross was erected in 1994, next to it is a rope pulley, half of which is in the ground.
      The dump is used technically. At the top there is a cell phone mast, inside a drinking water tank with a capacity of 36,000 cubic meters. In 2010, two wind turbines with a capacity of 2.3 megawatts each were installed. The hub height is 100m and the rotor diameter is 82m.
      Unfortunately, the dump is usually not open to the public. "
      The bank on the summit of the Bahrenberg is already occupied, we hurry a little further, at the western end of the mountain a BestBank awaits in a green idyll.
      When I get closer I hear a diverse buzz of voices, so I hurry even faster, can conquer the bank for our family, whereupon a crowd of children can be content with the nearby climbing tree.
      Had to be now.
      "Auf der Hauwe", a narrow field path under our feet at this point, leaves us in peace today with its frequent mud attacks as we follow it down through the sieves of the barbel.Here I fall back a little, and yes, the two girls have forgotten the shortcut through the bush up to Long Street in Niederwenigern, so I greet them up on the mountain with a smile; of course they let me run up mercilessly.Today we leave the cathedral and the ice cream parlor on the right in the sense of the left; Hurry past the curious geese on Turmstrasse, the appetizing tomatoes in the greenhouses of the Kaiserei, the fields of field mustard in bloom that look like rape; continue with the large election posters and the sparsely attended fire brigade festival; because it attracts a fine dinner.How can you tell the difference between rapeseed and mustard?"Mixing up rapeseed and mustard is a popular mistake. No wonder: Both plants belong to the cruciferous family, bloom yellow and even the leaves are similar. The easiest way to differentiate between mustard and rapeseed is by the flowering time. Rapeseed flowers in late spring (April and May) and mustard in summer at the earliest.
      It is more difficult to distinguish between the leaves. Mustard leaves are more serrated, rape leaves are more likely to be described as pinnate.
      In addition, many are probably familiar with the intense smell of rapeseed. If the field doesn't smell like that, it's definitely mustard.
      Why is the mustard blooming now?
      Field mustard grows all year round. Therefore it is a popular "catch crop". It binds nutrients in the soil. The withered plants are then usually plowed under in the spring and serve as additional fertilizer. This way the next seed can grow better again.
      As a pretty photo motif, mustard can definitely compete with rapeseed. "
      (neuepresse.de/Hannover/Meine-Stadt/Gelbe-Felder-im-Herbst-Blueht-der-Raps-in-der-Region-Hannover-wieder)After a short, cosmetic stop at home, we walk along Dumberger Strasse to the "dining room", in whose garden the three of us eat delicious meals after a long period of epidemics.The last evening sun illuminates the way home, then it disappears in the direction of Kupferdreh behind the kale horizon.
      A successful, beautiful day.

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      • September 14, 2021

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    1. slueart

      By the way alone hike
      BATH-Rote Mühle-BATH
      20km / 250hm
      Boat trip company outing Baldeneysee
      The ship of the White Fleet didn't go that fast either, but I have to admit that the boat tour pushed my average speed a little!Well, not a long story today, the company outing is the focus, my belated farewell due to the epidemic can be considered a personal highlight.
      But apart from a few pictures with lake views, the views that I photographed from the ship of the white fleet on the Baldeneysee, that doesn't belong here, but ...
      ... true to the motto:
      "I can walk that little bit that I drive!" I approach the ship stop at Kupferdreh; follow the beautiful "K" through the morning beech and ilex forest.
      Unusual play of light caused by the inclined sun bathe the charming path in a special, contrasting light.
      The forest was deserted at this hour.
      ---After the boat tour, I walk in the old crowd to the Rote Mühle to honor and eat, and then finally start the ten kilometers home from there.And then it gets a little exciting; meanwhile Wednesday has developed into the announced warmest day of the week.
      It's actually hot.
      And I get rich presents, including a huge chocolate box and a garden aster tree, which is also not tiny.And now?
      To give up?
      Bus ride?
      To live up to the reputation of the "hiking rule" that has stuck with my former at least since this outing is not the main reason why I somehow put all the presents in my backpack and start the march home.Anyone who knows it, the ascent, knows what I'm talking about when I say that my sweatcloth is wet when I get to the top of the Nöckersleite.
      The rustling of the cellophane wrapping of the little tree on my ears intensifies as I walk uphill.
      I observe the falcon school on Kirchstrasse:
      Two adult birds teach their two associated young birds the fine art of jogging and hunting; as my wife and I suspected, at least the day before.
      And then I am happy and grateful to have brought home everything, including myself, intact.A good day.

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      • September 8, 2021

  6. slueart went for a hike.

    September 6, 2021

    slueart, Ursula and 93 others like this.
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      Tempo tour
      Mettmann BATHROOM
      30 + 2km / 450hm
      After these varied pleasure, cultural and sports hikes in recent times, the latter variant is now in the foreground of the tour idea.(komoot.de/collection/1318275/-alte-heimat-neue-heimat- Zwischen-mettmann-und-bad)All possibilities are far from exhausted, today I want to know which is the shortest and therefore also the fastest route between my old home Mettmann, where my mother also lives, and new home Burgaltendorf (BAD), although the route still satisfies wanderlust must perform; in other words, not too much road contact and a lot of contact with nature.The route I designed and essentially hiked should be the fastest under these circumstances.The biggest concession regarding the hiking beauties concerns the route in the Rohdenhauser area; I walk almost three kilometers along Rohdenhauser Strasse before I can leave the hustle and bustle of the main street behind me again.The start in Mettmann does not take place until eleven o'clock after the mother's visit.Soon I'll change my outerwear in a shady spot beyond the city limits, because it's getting hot, the heat shimmers over the stubble fields.
      Very summery in early autumn!
      Will September be our late summer month?
      Would be nice.
      Peaks and horizons determine the images of foreign citizenship and the adjoining settlements and farmsteads called Obschwarzbach.After that, the right pace is the order of the day on Rohdenhauser Straße:
      When I arrive at "our best bank Flandersbach" during my first rest, I still have an average of six kilometers per hour, which will, however, wear out a little in time on the mountain ranges to be climbed.
      A restful, fruitful (at least 25 cigarette butts collected) and strengthening break later, I hurry through the forest to Rützkausen; later then through Velbert's east of the settlement to the route of the Niederbergbahn, which I follow today for almost two kilometers; I walk over the Eulenbachbrücke, thus saving me the view below the bridge construction, accompanied by grandiose bridge images, but also saving several meters in altitude; meanwhile I hurry forward on the asphalt of the bike path with taste, alone among cyclists; also to avoid the rock dust clouds of the bridge renovation work currently taking place.Almost exactly halfway, I finally go into the forest for a long time, which I only leave again six kilometers further at Lake Baldeney.
      Rosentalbach and the NLST accompanying it initially meander friendly through the cool green, later I cross the Hesper Valley, climb up to Ludscheidtstrasse and finally down to the lake.
      Always alone, without human encounters.
      Hiking alone without a partner usually has this very special character; no distraction from conversations; it is only a meeting of you and your surroundings, you are willingly alone with nature. In the best case scenario, there is a small "route adventure" in the form of a cross-country or "off-grid" route, an encounter with animals, a storm and something similarly entertaining.The "Levada" of the Rosentalbach, shortly before its confluence with the Hesperbach, looks like it has just been cleaned.And it is probably that too, the impressive gravel and gravel throws next to the path bear witness to the fact that this small stream also showed its wild face during the days of the storm.
      The tidying up will have taken a lot of effort.
      "A short walled piece of the course of the stream, at the same time marking the boundary to the golf area, which has such a special charisma that KC and I named it over a decade ago after the water channels on the island of Madeira."
      No break at the lake, just time for a sip of water, that is extremely unusual for me, especially since the business is also limited on the Hardenbergufer.
      But the "inner weaker self", the opposite in this case, the productive, the ambitious, drives me forward, through Kupferdreh, up the mountain.
      For a long time now I have been following one of my favorite paths at home, the "K", which leads me to Burgaltendorf.
      First through the higher settlements in Kupferdreh, then into the Byfanger wilderness of the woods.
      A short greeting to the water tower; the last few meters quickly taken under the sole:
      Thank you: I reached my destination, six hours with a break for thirty kilometers.
      Who wants to spend another two hours in overcrowded buses across the country?
      Well, it shouldn't have been the last hike between old and new home!

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      • September 6, 2021

    1. slueart

      "From high fog to the September sun!"
      Long circuit alone around Hattingen via Isenburg, Kidney Court, Hansberg, Sprockhövel, Blankenstein Castle, Kosterbrücke, Radom, Weitmarer Holz + Schloss, Dahlhausen
      42km / 750hm
      At half past six I'm a little annoyed that I didn't get to the Wanderpuschen earlier, but at least I wouldn't have been able to take a picture of the morning shoot if it had been even darker.
      Well, and also the expected river fog, which should be a reason for my early departure on Saturday morning, does not materialize and the river is calm and hazy in the dull morning light.
      But then as soon as I arrive at the river, two in pursuit flight, gliding impetuously, screaming gray herons that sing the day.
      Today I want to see a four in front of me and visit and examine some selected, beautiful homeland in the late summer, that was the idea for today's hike.
      During the planning it was therefore always said, where can I still find a few meters of beautiful land that I plan under my feet in order to get the forty kilometers together.
      On the other hand, on the way it meant to punish even the smallest, however ingratiating, abbreviation with the contempt of the far-walker.
      Leaving the cloudy but not foggy light over the Ruhr behind me, I climb the Isenberg and experience the difference between river valley fog and high fog; The walls of the Isenburg are embedded in a very picturesque veil of fog, as are the slender trunks of the tall beech trees; the rest of the hillside forest even disappears completely in the matt gray.At an even more impressive climax, the fogging grows up in the ridge forest on the Isenberg. I have seldom experienced moments like this, not only visually mystical, as here between the mist-shrouded silver beech trunks, traversed by the dull green ilex on the gently curved peaks of the mountain.I imagined the first rest for the Hansberg, which BestBank lures under the old oak; it is also free when I get there from the still deserted forest.
      I am currently sitting when an older couple appears, they have to breathe for a moment on the bench with me, he doesn't. The next hikers trudge over as soon as they set out.
      And then it's over again.
      The forest remains so quiet and deserted on this Saturday that I have to fear that I missed an announcement, a la "Avoid the forest today because ..."
      Even in Weitmarer Holz, people can still be counted today.
      Hans- und Schulenberg are not stingy with attractive fog decorations, but they do not allow me to see into the distance today.
      We'll keep to ourselves.
      At the Zippe I walk down a friendly asphalt path to the courtyards on the Umfer and for the first time I reach the Glückauftrasse today, which takes me a little up the vertical meters by means of the moderate climbs.
      "The Gethmann Garden
      On the other side of the historic center of Blankenstein is the Gethmannsche Garten, also called Gethmanns Garten, on a wooded hilltop. The landscape park was created at the beginning of the 19th century by Carl-Friedrich Gethmann (1777-1865) and was laid out on previously unused terrain. Terrain modeling and terracing took place for this purpose. Essential components have their origin in the 1830s, in particular the viewing and path axes with the Friedrichsberg and Wilhelmshöhe viewpoints, which are connected by the fruit tree avenue, but today partly appear hopelessly overgrown due to a lack of long-term care and growth of the trees and their original function does not be more fair. The Friedrichsberg is reached via an old arch bridge or the spiral passage. The latter is a snail-shaped path winding up the hill.
      The highlight of the park, then as now, is the somewhat hidden Belvedere on the Ruhr slope, also known as the Hippentempel, a high viewing pulpit with an excellent view over the Ruhr valley, which lives up to its name. The building is still largely original.
      In addition to the good view of the Ruhr Valley, the park offers old trees and is therefore also of interest to botanists. For everyone else, it's at least a nice walk under the shady leaves that you can take here in the hot summer. "

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      • September 5, 2021

  7. slueart and KC🌞 went for a hike.

    August 31, 2021

    slueart, KC🌞 and 90 others like this.
    1. slueart

      G&K (21/22)
      Kettwig-Angertal-Heiligenhaus-Oeftetal-Werden 28km / 400hm
      Our night hike, which feels slightly spectacular, well, already falling out of our usual hiking framework, is now exactly one week ago when we start our today's country tour through our hiking home.
      We call this area in the greater Werden our hiking home, because we began to hike together regularly more than twenty years ago.
      Located roughly in the middle for both of us.
      St. Joseph in Kettwig in front of the bridge is our meeting point; We start from here at around 9:30 am in high fog, and soon walk on the route of the deserted Panorama Cycle Path over our favorite bridge, which towers over the narrow Vogelsangbach.The asphalt strip quickly carries us forward for the next three kilometers before we leave it at Vogelbusch and climb the sticks to Höseler Straße.An elderly gentleman speaks to us on our way; but doesn't really want to hear anything new anymore, but instead takes us steadfastly to the highest peaks of the Dolomites, which he once climbed with friends and friends twenty years ago.
      How will it be one day
      If only the memory remains and the tired limbs no longer play along?
      From over the Höseler golf course, along in the courtyards and soon disappeared into the valley of the Sonderbach.
      In the days of storms this little brook clearly gave the "young wild ones"; Pressing unbelievable amounts of gravel and stone in front of him, he blocked a narrow pipe that had ridiculously little to oppose its wild course, destroyed the path along the banks and piled up heavy wood.
      The art installation by Stefan Balkenhol welcomes us at the beginning of our section through the Angertal: "Man in deer antlers";
      "A meadow in the Angertal. In front of the blue sky you can see from afar: an oversized table with a stag on it, a man in his antlers. Half-sitting, half-lying, he seems to be comfortable with the hunters' trophy as a high seat to use."
      Source: www1.wdr.de/mediathek/video/sendung/westart-meisterwerke/video-stephan-balkenhol-mann-im-hirschgeweih-100.html
      A special highlight today: the sculpture is surrounded by grazing cows; Art and nature meet in an expanded form, complement each other splendidly and condense into some delightful photo motifs.
      On its own, there is still a little lack of light, even if the first signs point to the early dissolution of the high fog.
      Up to the old stone bridge we choose the unpopular southern route along the stream today; The advantage is that we only hear the dogs barking on the other side, but otherwise hardly meet a creature; It turns out to be disadvantageous that the stream is hiding, instead of its fast flowing water we look at the tracks of the Angertal Railway, which we will soon be crossing.In May 2020 I wrote that "there was no activity to be observed" at the impressive bridge construction site A44! and "Regardless of whether we are positive or environmentally conscious about the expansion of Autobahn 44, the construction site is gigantic."It continues to have a monumental effect, the work still seems to be progressing extremely slowly and "our sympathy goes to the residents, whose former Hofermühlen idyll has fallen victim to modern traffic management."From kilometer 12.5 we are entering new territory when we leave the Angerweg and follow the path along the Laubecker Bach, the first kilometer of which presents itself in natural beauty; with a pond at its finest and the associated stately weeping willows.Then the riddle of the "Heiligenhauser Wall", as it is characteristically called by Komoot, is solved for us: Soundproof walls on both sides enclose the new section of the A44 and were the first to swallow the cityscape.With the renaturation area beginning after the new, but already passable, motorway bridge over the Laubecker Bachtal, an approximately four-kilometer-long strip of green takes its course, which allows us to wander through the eastern districts of Heiligenhaus on paths and trails, some of which are rustic, always in the green.
      It's really impressive how little street pavement we get under our feet.
      At the abbot's kitchen the new unknown ends for today, from here we follow the routes we have already run frequently towards Werden.
      All the horses in the area have exercise today; seldom have we met as many as we do today in the pastures; the friendly aura of the lush green and partly overgrown meadow path down into the valley of the Oefter Bach is given an edifying upgrade.

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      • September 1, 2021

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    1. slueart

      bärenstark 10, (21/21)
      Von Mettmann durchs Neandertal, Stinderbachtal, an Ratingen, Hösel, Kettwig vorbei nach Werden 42km/500hm)
      Eine Nachtwanderung steht schon lange auf der Wanderliste, haben wir dies eigenwillige und hochspannende kleine Abenteuer doch in 2019 und 2020 tatsächlich ausgelassen, obwohl unsere erste Nachtwanderung mit Komoot 2018 am Rhein schon sehr reizvoll war.Jetzt ist es so weit:
      Nachtwanderung bei Vollmond, dem regnerischen Wetter in der gestrigen, eigentlich Vollmondnacht geschuldet, mit einer Nacht Verspätung.
      Aber was für eine Nacht!
      Als Bild hatte ich in meiner Vorstellung den vollen Mond wie eine strahlende Laterne, über dem Weg uns leuchtend begleitend, gesehen.
      Luna kommt aber in der frühen Nacht erst einmal als müde, blasse Scheibe über den Horizont gewalzt, bevor wir später hinter unseren scharf gestanzten Mondschatten herlaufen; in einem so hellen Licht, dass es uns glauben macht, irgendetwas sei davon abzulichten und photografisch einzufangen.
      Einige hier gezeigte klägliche Versuche, noch ein wenig von der wunderbaren Stimmung als digitales Bild mit nach Hause nehmen zu können, verdeutlichen die Absurdität dieses Unterfangens, zumindest mit der vorhandenen Ausrüstung, mit der ich verzweifelt "letzte Bilder der Nacht" mache.
      Da bleiben nur die Bilder im Kopf.
      ...Klaus und ich sind an einer Bank im Diepensiepen verabredet, es gibt den üblichen Knatsch mit Bahn und Bus, die Bank ist besetzt, die Zeit verstreicht; dann jedoch starten wir unsere Nachtwanderung im strahlenden Schein der Spätnachmittagssonne und laufen am Mettmanner Bach entlang ins Tal unserer Jugend, ins Neandertal, das sich modisch verbrämt seit geraumer Zeit mit "h" im Tal schreiben lassen soll.Auch sonst ist es im Zuge der touristischen Bestrebungen gelungen, das gesamte Areal von jeglicher befremdlichen Natürlichkeit zu befreien, so dass sich die Besucher im sogenannten "Neanderthalpark" in bekannten Gestaltungsstereotypen bewegen können, ohne sich mit irgendwelchen wildwüchsigen Naturgegebenheiten auseinandersetzen zu müssen.
      Diese Ursprünglichkeit finden die Menschen gerne an den Hängen des Butterberges, der aber als NSG nicht dazu freigegeben und deshalb abgesperrt ist.
      Eng und tief ist das Tal heute nicht mehr und auch die Wasserfälle, Klippen und prächtigen Höhlen sind weitgehend verschwunden. Dafür haben Buchen-, Hainbuchen- und Schluchtwälder die Region erobert, die die Hügel und Hänge bewachsen und die ehemaligen Steinbrüche in sattes Grün tauchen.
      Die Kleine Feldhofer Grotte, die Fundstelle des Neandertalers, ist hier längst nicht mehr zu finden. Sie ist dem Kalkabbau zum Opfer gefallen. Landschaftsarchitekten haben den Fundort jedoch als archäologischen Garten inszeniert, der die wechselvolle Geschichte des Tals erzählt."
      Leider entgeht uns der Großteil dieser Inszenierung, weil beide Tore jetzt fest verschlossen bleiben, beileibe ein Zugeständnis an den furchtbaren Vandalismus, dem solche, oft liebevoll eingerichteten Stätten meistens ausgesetzt sind.Eine ganz natürliche, viel gewaltigere Form von Vandalismus begegnet uns ein kurzes Wegweilchen später, als der Pfad über die alte, steinerne Braumüllersche Brücke ans südliche Düsselufer führen soll.
      Die Brücke hat's gefetzt, ja, dieser Ausdruck beschreibt am ehesten das Ausmaß der Zerstörung; die Wassermassen des Baches haben während des Unwetters unter Zuhilfenahme riesiger Baumstämme die nördliche Brückenhälfte zerschlagen und fortgespült.
      So kann auch unsere zweite geplante Möglichkeit, die laute Mettmanner Straße zu verlassen und den Pfaden am südlichen Düsselufer zu folgen, nicht umgesetzt werden, sondern wir müssen in den sauren Apfel beißen und bis Erkrath auf dem Weg an der Hauptstraße verbleiben.Die Ruhe, die uns umgibt, als wir ins abendliche Stindertal zur Stindermühle hinablaufen, vermittelt einen angenehmen Vorgeschmack auf die Stille der Nacht, die uns erwartet.
      Bald besetzen wir eine der vielen reizvoll platzierten Bänke im Stindertal für eine erste Pause. Derweil ein Eichhörnchen sich über uns durch die Hainbuchen schwingt, verschwindet die Sonne hinter'm Berg.
      Infolgedessen brechen wir auf zur Sonnenjagd; ein paar mal gelingt es, uns wieder in letzte Licht der Sonne zu rücken.
      Das gen Norden ansteigende Stindertal entpuppt sich als ein äußerst reizvolles, ja liebreizendes Stück Natur, besonders jetzt im menschenleeren Zustand und es gelingt immer wieder, uns ein wenig von der Abendsonne einfangen zu lassen.
      Nachdem wir die B7, die Düsseldorfer Straße, überquert haben, bewegen wir uns "gefühlt ewig" erst östlich, dann nördlich an dem riesigen Hubbelrather Golfplatz entlang, wohl reflektierend, dass die Golfanlagen in unserer schönen Region unverschämt viel Naturfläche, aus denen der Rest der nicht golfenden Menschheit ausgeschlossen ist, einnehmen.
      Dieses Empfinden verstärkt sich, als wir später in der Nacht ebenfalls sehr weit um den Homberger Golfplatz herumlaufen.
      Derweil fällt die Dunkelheit über das Land. Auf einer Bank am Hornser Weg beobachten wir das Verschwinden der letzten orangefarbenen Wolkentupfer.Bald darauf, als wir an nächtlichen Anwesen im Hasselbachtal vorbeieilen, erweckt die vielseitige allgegenwärtige Lichtverschmutzung unsere Aufmerksamkeit und wir denken darüber nach, an wie vielen Stellen Energie eingespart werden könnte, würde nicht an so manchen Orten die natürliche Dunkelheit sinnlos überstrahlt.Abseits dieser Lichtfelder beobachten wir den Sternenhimmel, sehen Jupiter und Großen Wagen blinken, den Mond steigend heller werden.Allerdings sind unsere Gefühle zur Beleuchtung durchaus zwiespältig, denn während wir uns an der Auermühle endlich zum Mitternachtsmahl niederlassen, ist die voluminöse Beleuchtung der Gaststätte auch hilfreich und stimmungsvoll.
      Später in der Nacht bezaubern die sich im Wasser spiegelnden Illuminationseffekte im Hof von Schloss Landsberg.
      Einige Zeit vor Mitternacht meldet sich der Hunger, den wir bislang "weggewandert" haben.
      Da Pausenplätze mit Bedacht gewählt sein sollten, lassen wir uns gerade jetzt in der völligen Finsternis Zeit für die Platzwahl.
      Die Regie hält ein ganz besonderes Sahnehäubchen für uns bereit; als wir uns der unglaublich vielfältig illuminierten Auermühle nähern, stellen wir bald fest, dass diese menschenleer zu sein scheint, wir suchen in der frei zugänglichen Außengastronomie nach einem würdigen Plätzchen und finden auf einer Empore zwei Rattansessel mit warmen Polstern, in die wir unsere verschwitzten Rücken (Bah!) lehnen können.
      Wie die "Könige der Nacht" thronen wir über'm Gelände, unter uns rauscht der Angerbach, östlich scheint hell der Mond, von der anderen Seite beleuchtet das stumme Lichtspektakel der Gaststätte unser Mitternachtsmahl.
      Selbstredend verlassen wir die gastliche Stätte eine knappe Stunde später ob der schneidend aufziehenden Kühle auf vornehme Pfadfinderart, sprich, wir hinterlassen nichts außer unserem Dank.
      Bei der Planung hieß die Tour noch "Waldeinwärts; Ansiedlungen meidend"; den weiten Waldweg an Eggerscheidt vorbei klemmen wir uns jedoch, da es in der absoluten Finsternis gleich zu Beginn prekär matschig wird, wählen wir den asphaltierten Hölenderweg, der uns durchs nächtlich ausgestorbene Dorf führt.Denn bekanntlich kann man aus Fehlern lernen; eine der planerischen Überlegungen galt auch der optimalen Routenführung bei Nacht, wobei nur wenig Asphalt getreten werden sollte.
      Und "tiefer Wald" erweist sich als weniger optimale Gegend, schon deshalb, weil wir nur im Notfall die Stirnlampen anzustellen gedenken.
      Das wenig erhebende Waldnachtgefühl haben wir zuvor westlich des Ratinger Ostkreuzes zu spüren bekommen, als wir uns in völliger Finsternis verlaufen und zweimal im dichten Brombeerwald verhakelt haben, weil der Waldweg, den wir mit Komoot planten, einfach nicht vorhanden ist.
      Hinter Eggerscheidt leitet uns die Rückführung zur Originalroute dann doch noch durch den dunklen Wald, allerdings haben wir Glück bei der Wahl der Wege, sie sind gut zu bewandern; besonders der lange Pfad parallel zur Bahn eignet sich.Vom Bahnhof Hösel aus setzen wir auf bekannten, aber nächtens kaum wieder zu erkennenden Strecken bis zum Schloss Landsberg durch den düsteren Wald vorsichtig, mal mit Lampe, meist ohne Kunstlicht, einen Fuß vor den anderen.Landsberg ist absolut bezaubernd in der Nacht.
      Und zugegebener Maßen ja, wegen der "Lichtverschmutzung", der eindrucksvollen Naturillumination, die hier niemandem gezeigt wird außer uns in dieser Nacht, so fühlt es sich an.
      Jetzt auch noch die "Fürsten der Nacht von Landshut".
      Anschließend eilen wir gen Kettwig, zum Uferweg an der Ruhr, der uns zielführend nach Werden bringt.
      Doch wir lassen uns Zeit, verzögern um beinahe zwei Stunden, legen zusätzliche Pausen auf mondbeschienenen Bänken am Ruhrufer ein, vertrödeln die Zeit, genussvoll der eigenen Müdigkeit nachlauschend.
      Bahnstreik und frühe Stunde führen zu diesen selbstgewählten Zwangspausen, denn es ist nicht vor zwanzig nach fünf mit B&B-Verkehr zu rechnen.
      Mehr oder weniger direkt gelingt denn auch die jeweilige Heimreise.Was für eine tolle Nacht.
      Dankbar lassen wir die Eindrücke sacken.
      Hoffentlich wird es nicht wieder so lange dauern, bis wir das nächste Mal in die Nacht hinein wandern.

      • August 24, 2021

    1. slueart

      By the way alone
      "A little Sunday morning hiking story - home tour"
      13km / 150 m ascentAt five thirty on this Sunday morning it tears me out of my feathers:
      Actually today is the "big hiking day", tonight the full moon is in the sky; Today Klaus (KC) and I wanted to go on a long night hike.
      Postponed today because of the popular constant rain, which could turn a night hike into a rather unpleasant experience.
      (Woe, it's not raining today! But it is not postponed ...)
      But the restlessness is there, I have to get out and I'll be on the road soon after six.
      After all the many summer hikes, distant holiday paths and tours that are great as a bear, there is now a small inspection of the nearby hiking home *, which calls out to the front door so shamefully neglected.
      What may have happened?
      . . .
      To take the unbearable tension out a little:
      Not much is left of the devastation caused by the floods.
      And otherwise, not a lot of obvious things seem to have happened.
      Well, the Ruhr bike and hiking trail has got a new asphalt surface in parts, the signs on the Ruhr are now instead of standing like many a tree that looks cross-combed on the banks of the Ruhr into an uncertain, but certainly weird future.
      My first hope, which I harbor when I stomp off early in the morning, will soon be fulfilled; a little shy deer leaves the little street "Am Kempel" in front of me, strolls calmly into the high vegetation of the meadow. It is so photogenic there in the morning light, but still in the twilight; The light proves to be too sparse for good pictures, and the deer wobbles.Not a soul by the river - a pleasure that gives me the less animating weather.
      I hurry to the rapids under the Isenberg without meeting anyone.
      Then the first and only cyclist.
      At the rapids I pause for a moment (🧠!) And watch a pair of kingfisher birds, but they are too brisk to take a picture.
      I walk back a part of the way, then I run up the Bahrenberg.
      I take the steep ascent in the morning air at such an unusual pace that I arrive at the top bathed in sweat, but somehow also relieved.
      St. Mauritius, the cathedral in Niederwenigern, remains closed to me at this early hour, I stand in line at the bakery for a short time (no queue as in the bakery in BAD, see photo)."St. Mauritius is a neo-Gothic, three-aisled hall church in the middle of Niederwenigern, a district of Hattingen in North Rhine-Westphalia (Germany). It is the church of the Catholic parish of St. Mauritius Hattingen-Niederwenigern, which has been part of the parish of St. Peter and Paul Hattingen in the diocese of Essen. " (WIKI)I leave Niederwenigern via Turmstrasse, walk through the fields and continue to enjoy the diverse, hazy but delightful views.There is also a lot to look at in the macro area.
      A red slug attracts my eyes and I meet her manly face to face at the right level.
      "The large slug is one of the most harmful snails in your garden and at the same time one of the largest slugs. The Latin name is Arion rufus. It is usually between 10 and 16 cm tall, but can also be up to 20 cm in size This snail can come in the colors brick red, dark red, brown-black, orange and gray, but mostly it is more brownish or completely black.The habitats of the great slug are diverse. It occurs on meadows, moors, hedges, in forests and gardens. But they can also occur in the mountains, e.g. in the Pyrenees, at an altitude of up to 1800 m. (...)
      The food mostly consists of fresh plants, but occasionally also from carrion. "
      (improved from: "schnecken-wissen.de/schnecken_wegschnecke_rote.html)
      In the courtyard of the Kaiserei the first apples are already lying on the ground, unnoticed; autumn is heralding itself.
      At the same time, the ripening tomatoes in the associated greenhouse please my eye; at the same time remind me that it would be nice to have a little breakfast gradually.
      As a result, I hurry home, not without first photographing "our" castle in the right light.I also finish my brisk morning lap, thankful that I can be such an early riser.* "How happy he is who can say: There is certainly much greater and more beautiful in nature, but this is intimate and familiar to me, related by blood, yes even more." (Wense on walks in the home)

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      • August 22, 2021

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