August 29, 2021
To Bacharach
Our decision to split the ride to Bacharach into two days looks well considered when we wake this morning and find that we have grey but hopefully dry weather until around noon. We’re among the first in the dining room and roll out not long afterwards fueled by the usual muesli, cheese, rolls, assorted meats and coffee. The pavement is wet but the skies dry as we bike out of town and south along the Rhine. Unlike yesterday, today’s ride will be as effortless as it could be as we follow a smooth paved bike path all the way to Bacharach. Winds vary with direction as we round bends in the river but generally favor us. The ride is almost absolutely flat, with only a minuscule rise to the river. According to our Garmins we’ll have a net elevation gain of only twenty feet by the time we arrive.
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This is a famous stretch of the Romantic Rhine. Castles line the ridges of either bank, and one improbably squats on a small islet in the center of the river. One colorful village follows the next and a steady stream of vessels cruise up and down the river, carefully navigating the S-shaped channel past the Loreley, the fabled slate cliffs of legend and literature.
This whole stretch of the middle Rhine is declared a UNESCO world heritage sight, worth a much longer look than the one we’re giving it as we hustle through hoping to stay dry. There’s little time for much photography and the light is poor this morning anyway, but I do stop a few times - long enough to fall about a third of a mile behind Rachael.
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I can still hear my grandfather singing “Die Lorelei” . I’ve never seen it except in pictures, so again thanks for bringing back a fond memory.
Cheers,
Keith
3 years ago
Just past the Loreley I hear a startling pop and then my bike starts regularly clicking. Fearing I broke something - my first thought is of the retaining bolt securing my rack - I get off and check out the system - rattle the rack, spin the wheels. I can’t hear anything, but when I start biking it starts clicking again so I look more closely and soon find the culprit.
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I see from my Garmin that Rachael is almost a mile down the road now and moving fast (did I mention yet how much we love our new Garmin 1030 Plus?), so I fire off an SOS text to her - another feature of these Garmins - and set to work on the tire. I tell her she might as well just keep going to the hotel - there’s no point both of us getting wet if rains break out. In the end though she doubles back since the weather looks stable for a while and puts in a few extra miles for the team. I’m just about to call her to say I’m on the move again when she rolls up.
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We bike the rest of the way to Bacharach together happy to have stayed dry and stop at the first open restaurant we find. Even with the flat it’s still too early to check in so we take our time and make this the main meal of the day.
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Video sound track: Candleman, by Billy McLaughlin
Our lodging in Bacharach, Hotel zur Post, gives us easily the best view from our room since we arrived in Europe. Unfortunately it’s on the second floor, which since this is Europe means this is really the third floor. And since the ground floor of this building is one floor above street level for some reason, it means we have four very steep sets of stairs to ascend and descend every time we decide to leave the building. Which we’ll do six times before we leave town.
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We use up one of our round trips on the stairs immediately when we decide to go see the town before the rains start. Unfortunately between the time we leave the room and when we arrive at the street the rains start, so we just turn around and climb back up again.
Two hours later the rains nearly stop, so we take our chance and go out for a misty loop that takes us above town to see the castle, its associated walls and towers, and the ruined church that makes you think of one of the ruined Borderlands abbeys in Scotland. And some fabulous views looking down on the town. And some more fabulous stuff in town.
But I’m out of time. Think of this as an in-stream photo dump, uncaptioned for now at least. Partly to entice you, partly to remind us of what a great place Bacharach would be to come back for a longer stay some year.
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Ride stats today: 25 miles, 200’; for the tour: 637 miles, 15,300’
Today's ride: 25 miles (40 km)
Total: 638 miles (1,027 km)
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Your photos are triggering memories.
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The 08 pictures are on some sd cards and since the camera was malfunctioning, not many turned out.
I've often wished I had a camera on my first tour (age 17 from Mojave to Ventura and back over 6 days in 1963) I had a lightweight 26 inch single speed "no-name" (Tempo) discount store bike with pedal rear brake and a basket rigged to the rear that carried my sleeping bag. No extra clothes and a 1/2 gallon plastic Clorox bottle for a canteen. Wore a felt cowboy hat and had a lizard noose and snake hook hanging on the bike cross bar. Too bad nobody got a picture of me... that I know of.
I've been trying to sort photos by date for scanning and doing some scanning since I got the scanner last winter. Lots of "fixing" color, spots, scratches, etc. takes time. Got a couple hundred done. Mostly stuff inherited from parents from before my time up through grade school so far.
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