- 02:099.59 mi4.5 mph1,300 ft1,300 ft
It's the year 2020 and Donnerlittchen, it's Thursday morning again ... It's amazing how time flies when you have nothing to do.So put on your shoes and off you go to the well-known and always beautiful Deister circuit. A worthwhile tour in every season ...As always, I start at the Deister Alm hiking car park and walk my way towards the Mooshütte as usual, continue along my beloved jungle path (very recommendable little path), leave the Belvedereturm to my right and after a while I come to the Devil's Bridge. From there it goes past the Rosenberger Höhe and over a short stretch of ridge path to the first off-grid section of this tour.This time I was looking for an exciting alternative to the boring gravel road. Via the old stairs I get to my alternative path ... A long forgotten, abandoned and unfortunately very overgrown path that runs parallel to the Kammweg.Do you know that? As nice as hiking is, but with some things I could "throw up" ... (it gets very emotional and I apologize for my choice of words from now on);)I can easily compensate for completely crazy and short-sighted mountain bikers who almost run over me from behind without warning ... I can also accept wild forest workers with their sheet metal excavators, which turn the paths into mud and mud ... Wet tree roots and slippery stones I can forgive them with a laugh every time, balancing crazy on all fours ...BUT...Downpour in the cold, annoying little lousy ticks, and these terrible blackberry bushes (I have bare legs) I HATE everything!Well, back to the tour ...
My beautiful and lonely alternative route led me dry and without ticks through a splendor of huge blackberry bushes. I tell you, my joy was to be heard throughout the Deister ...;)With gritting teeth, it was a laborious walk on the Jägerweg in the Storchengang, until after a while I was allowed to follow the beautiful path without bushes up to the telecommunications tower. I continued on the Tannen Trail, which I know, across the beech forest (no way) and to other small, rustic paths that happily led me down to the Bullerbach and the Naturfreundehaus ...The rest of the way I follow the usual paths along the edge of the forest until I reach my parking lot again after a while.Now a piece of blackberry cake with cream with my friends from the forest workers and mountain bike club, I think to myself, while I admire my delicate thorn legs. And what are your legs doing so beautiful on Thursday morning?
November 12, 2020
- 03:0712.7 mi4.1 mph1,500 ft1,500 ft
My story couldn't be more fitting than for today's Singles-Day 2020 ...It's Monday morning, the world still seems to stand still in the Harz Mountains and I'm ripe for an urgent everyday escape again. Just be for myself, I think and move my hiking shoes along the Kuttelbacher pond in the direction of Hahnenklee. Today's plan is a new route for me to the village of Wildemann.Right at the beginning of my tour, with a smile, I overtake a couple who are in love with both ears, who only notice me at the last second, a little scared at my sudden appearance.I innocently follow the path past the Kranicher Pond, briefly touch Hahnenklee and then come to the Than Pond, where two lovebirds, this time from an older age group, greet me with a friendly and strange grinning ... I ask myself and turn off the path with a bit of shame to get to the Mittlerer Grumbacher pond via a small path.From there it goes on to the upper Spiegel valley pond and the idyllic little path along the stream to the lower mirror valley pond. A couple of wide, muddy paths follow until I actually reach Wildemann without any ponds, but with three other more or less in love couples. Slowly the feeling creeps in that I should have looked for a hiking friend ...It continues lonely and left over the Grumbach a short distance through Wildemann and then high over the unfortunately destroyed and very muddy Willi-Müller-Weg. I follow the sawmill path (wide gravel road) that leads me to the Grumbacher pond.Here I can hardly believe what I see ... If I were Kai Pflaume from "Only Love Counts" or Rudi Carrell from "Herzblatt", I would think that an oversized reunion for all couples and programs was arranged ... Okay, I admit, Cupid's arrow is just making me exaggerate a little ...;)Stunned by the masses of today's lovers, the beautiful path on the Grumbacher Graben leads me to the last part of my round, the Kuttelbacher Graben, which is also very worth seeing.How beautiful must love be when I saw a hiker guarding his dearest one at the big shop (luckily a bit out of the way but still clearly visible) behind trees ... Kai and Rudi would be proud of this nature lover!I, on the other hand, would prefer the Herzblatt helicopter, which immediately takes me into the hot water of the bathtub, happily with Susi ... I think when I reach my longed-for destination, the hiking car park at Kuttelbacher Teich.In this sense ... only love (with the Susi) counts ...;)
November 11, 2020
It's time for some text again ... Because when it comes to Ilse’s curves, I don't want to keep you lusty hikers tortured or even withhold details of yesterday's sweaty liaison ...One thing should be said in advance, Ilse's curves are not without and in some places it made me sweat quite a bit ... But more on that in a moment.Our date started innocently at the Ilsetal hiking car park ... I was shocked to realize right at the beginning that I was not the only man invited. The insatiable Ilse has ordered a whole bunch of interested types and on top of that has taken us 5 € for the stay. But I don't want to complain and I am happy that she received me at all this time, because in the spring I was kindly asked to make the return trip. The jealous Corona, you know them all ...Anyway, I'll come back to the topic ... Ilse‘s curves ..! There was no slow foreplay, because right at the beginning it was sweaty on a narrow path through beech forest towards Grüneruheplatz. Followed by the Westerberg cliffs with a great view and the beautiful little path under fir green past the frog rock. Over the Wolfshäuweg it went on in a fairytale-like setting over the Mittelbergweg (wide gravel road), which led me to the junction towards Taubenklippe. One of my highlights follows immediately afterwards, a short but beautiful section on a very narrow path through a small high moor with a view of the Brocken.After these first efforts and exciting climaxes, Ilse thought she had to give me a break. Considerate the good Ilse ...However, this break soon seemed too long to me. It feels like 150 kilometers along the Grenzweg. Boring if you haven't fallen into the concrete slab fetish. If you are a fan of small paths and need the "adventure", you should definitely look for fun elsewhere for this section. It gets really bad from Frickenplatz (of course with an "r") at the Rangerhaus. It's a good kilometer uphill on concrete slabs. If that excites, hats off! Once at the top it doesn't get much better, no more concrete, but wide gravel road without end.At the Hermannsklippe it feels like another 150 unspectacular kilometers downhill until I finally feel like enjoying the lustful Ilse again. Or, to be fair, I would have to say that it is Heinrich who casts me under its spell ... I happily jump down the Heinrich Heine Trail over hill and dale. From the Bremer Weg I come very close to the Ilse again. In full ecstasy, I surrender to this absolutely fantastic path (one of the most beautiful sections of this tour), which leads me directly on the Ilse over scree and tree roots ...And in the end it's my own fault ... Instead of sticking to the small Bremer Weg, I opt for the less beautiful Ilsetal gravel slope. Chased by excavators and forest workers, I flee on the Loddenke-Weg and enjoy a little more forest floor again. Past the Ilsequelle, I end up a little later at the rustic Ilsestein rest stop. From here on I should have taken the parallel donkey climb to the final ... Next time ...... when the desire and desire arises again to spend wild curves and sweaty hours with Ilse and Heinrich ...;)
October 29, 2020
It is Wednesday morning, I am sitting in the cozy waiting area of my workshop with coffee and biscuits, when I am informed that the planned, short, inexpensive inspection will turn into an extensive all-round repair from old to new. Renewal is needed ... Wonderful, I love to spend huge sums of money unplanned, but I prefer to spare you this part ...;)I had the choice between waiting with a subsequent caffeine and sugar shock or an unplanned hike through the neighboring Osnabrück countryside.Thought, decided and done, I found myself a few minutes later in hiking clothes on the first meters of the dirt road. It went past the district of Hellern, over the Düte, along the district of Hasbergen and then up into the forest to the Kammweg ... With a happy Harz hiking mood, I followed the beautiful path with tree roots and some scree, to the edge of the forest on the other side. Gravel and tar, as well as countless corn fields shape the landscape up to the Silberberg and the nearby orchid meadow. Without orchids, but still with a beautiful view, I enjoyed this lovely place with a herd of ibexes. After the break, I went on forest, field and tar roads to the Jägerberg and from the Silbersee I was able to enjoy a few beautiful mountain bike trails that should lead me to Holzhausen to the Ohrbeck monastery. Cross-country I continued past Gut Sutthausen until I reached the district of desert and my almost forgotten workshop again ...In this way I was able to spend a good four hours in the fresh air ... If you are interested in the end of the day, my account balance and the whereabouts of my car, please join my newly founded self-help group “Werkstatt-Wut-Wurst” ...;)))
September 10, 2020
Today we go to the chunky and worried Steigauf mountain goat run in a cheerful gallop ...The starting point of today's tour is the well-known hiking car park Oderbrück, which I have often used for my rounds through the Harz Mountains.... briefly straightened the goatee, the next moment you go through the beautiful Brodebuch high moor past the triangular post. With a graceful jump over the Kalte-Bode and then straight on over the Königsberger Weg and the Brockenstraße to the eternally loved Eckerlochstieg ...At a leisurely mountain goat gallop, it goes up towards the Brocken, then (almost) at the top, following the parallel path to the old bobsled run. In a good mood, I walk this way, which is laid out in the Budesgartenschau character (Omma would be enthusiastic), up to Brockenstrasse, which in turn leads me to the next attraction, the Brockenkinder, in no time. Over the Höllenstieg and the Fortmeister Sietz-Weg, which was destroyed by the wind and beetles and just closed to hikers, I climb over countless dead trees towards Glashüttenweg. After a few meters I reach Otto-Weg and cross the village of Schierke ...On the beautiful Braunlager footpath I pass the Mause and Scherstork cliffs and after a while with more delicate mountain goat jumps I reach the Wurmbergstieg, which leads me over tree roots and scree to the serpentine path up to the summit of the Wurmberg.This time I take the Kuhlager-Weg for the descent and via the Ulmer Weg I reach the Große-Bode and after a few more steps the Achtermannshöhe. The wonderful Kaiserweg with the historical paving brings me completely exhausted, but still very satisfied with the terrible tongue twister: "On the tenth of the tenth at ten o'clock ten tame goats pulled ten quintals of sugar to the zoo", back to the parking lot.A nice tour where I felt I was allowed to hike more "up" than "down" ...
September 9, 2020
- 02:129.91 mi4.5 mph1,500 ft1,475 ft
It is lunchtime when, as so often, I follow the endless expanses of the A2 in my car with a roaring engine. In the air there is a lovely smell of hot tar, the guardrails shine brightly and the soothing scent of car smoke flows through my lungs ... Totally in ecstasy of the lovely sounds of loud truck horns, an inner voice suddenly speaks to me that a spontaneous departure into Green commands ...As if out of nowhere, I am torn out of my screaming, gray asphalt dream and find myself wearing hiking boots at a rest area on Landstrasse 434.As I follow the first few meters on the Langer-Jammer forest path, I can't believe I was torn from my beguiling traffic backdrop ... Everywhere green trees, chirping birds and disgusting warm sunbeams that destroy my sensitive skin.I reluctantly submit to the healthy surroundings and follow the path to the Höllenmühlenweg, which leads me past the highest waterfall in Lower Saxony. From there I reach the natural path through the Totental via the little village of Langenfeld.In deep thoughts of the countless, beautiful hours of traffic jams that I was allowed to spend in stuffy construction sites, I slowly get closer via an overgrown path along the Blutbach, the Hohenstein. The steep stairway leads me up to the Teufelskanzel, where I have to enjoy the view without any industry and expressways. Disgusting this nature ...Via the cliff path it goes back to the stairway and from there down to the Blutbach past the Waldschänke Baxmann Baude, directly to the highlight of my tour this time: the wonderful, asphalted Hohensteinstraße! Guard rails to the left and right, lots of traffic and luckily no hiking trail or green path that could lead you off the road.The cars race past me and I enjoy the swirling dirt and dust ... From the Langenfeld quarry and the Riesenbergstrasse, I am fortunate enough to have loud trucks and I can hardly put my joy into words ...Unfortunately this fairytale state is short-lived and I have to endure the annoying chirping of birds and the deafening rustle of the trees again. Via the Fuchsbrückenweg and the Schneegrundstrasse I cross the, according to Komoot, beautiful Höllenbachtal along the Höllenbach ... Pardon ??? "Beautiful Höllenbachtal" ... they have no taste ...! Neither asphalt nor exhaust fumes far and wide, I think to myself when, after a few kilometers, I come back to the country road 434, which I love.Quickly start the engine and with a lot of horsepower it goes back to the motorway in an overtaking maneuver. I rub my eyes and try to control my nightmare. Happy and satisfied, after a few meters I get into my well-deserved traffic jam. Oh gorgeous ...... this irony;)
September 3, 2020
- 02:149.27 mi4.2 mph1,075 ft1,075 ft
It's 5:45 in the morning, the weather is promising and the desire to move your feet is once again unbelievably great. Today (even before my first coffee) I am drawn to sleepy Deister with a fresh, early riser potential.My tour starts at the hiking car park of the Deister-Alm restaurant on the Bantorfer Höhe. With fresh steps and an early happy grin on my face, I cover my first meters in the direction of the Mooshütte with the really beautiful (ancient) beech forest around it.When I reach the Belvedeturm, the forest still seems to be sound asleep. The Deister belongs to me, I think, when suddenly, out of nowhere, two apparently still very sleepy mountain bikers almost knock me over. Well, now we're all wide awake at the latest ...Disturbed by the incident and now definitely torn from the feeling of loneliness, I follow my way to the next little highlight, the Devil's Bridge. At this point, at the latest, I know that I am not alone in the Deister ... A large group of students welcomed me less rested and only the motivated teacher, visibly amazed by my cheerful grin at such an early hour, seems to have registered me.With a greeting to the sleepy group, it goes on to Rodenberger Höhe, then over the paved ridge path past the Barsinghausen telecommunications tower and other mountain bikers. From here on I seem to be alone in the forest again ...... but that doesn't mean that my concentration is less in demand ... A small trail that leads me downhill over hill and dale to the Bullerbach demands my full attention. Happy and fresh it then continues on the unspectacular brook on a wide gravel path across the Königsallee to the view of the Höhenluft settlement.With my feet now less cheerful, I walk my last few meters along the edge of the forest, enjoy the caffeinated thoughts in my sleepy head and remember the ludicrous saying on my favorite cup: The main thing is that the early bird doesn't drink MY! Coffee...
September 1, 2020