September 8, 2022
To Biberbach
What a memorable day, a roller coaster day of surprises, concerns, exhilaration, hilarity, and loss.
To begin with, it was my birthday and I was thrilled to be sharing the day with Suzanne biking through the Black Forest. We wouldn’t be cycling my age in miles, or even kilometers, but double the fun must count for something. The surprise of the day came at breakfast when Suzanne gifted me a wonderful buff that thoughtfully matched some of my cycling gear. It was a perfect gift for a chilly morning like today.
I was packing up after breakfast when I got a birthday wish from my sister, who was on a guided group cycling trip in Scotland with her husband. The call contained some very un-Happy Birthday news – both had contracted Covid, their first infection. She was not feeling well, so it was a brief conversation with promises to call tonight. There was nothing I could do, so we carried on.
We were just on the edge of Freudenstadt when I noticed that my phone had died – a problem insofar as I use my phone for navigation. I made sure it was connected to the charger and restarted it, but it again lost all power. I was a bit distracted by the morning’s Covid news, so it took a while for me to recognized that I’d had a similar problem during our CycleBlaze group ride in Burgundy – which turned out to be due to a faulty charger cord. And so it was this time. Suzanne waited patiently while I retrieved another cord from the panniers, entertaining herself taking pictures in the rose garden. I was soon powered up and we were off, once again cycling into the woods – a joyous few miles that pushed Covid concerns to the back of my mind.
Our ride through the forest ended in the small village of Loßburg Schömberg, where we picked up a small highway that followed the Kleine Kinzig (Little Kinzig) River down into the Kinzig Valley. An initial convoy of large trucks and cars were a little concerning, but they were an anomaly as the next ten miles proved to be an exhilarating stretch of cycling through tree-covered hillsides and open fields with grains, goats, sheep, and cows. In fact, the livestock far outnumbered the cars. All too soon we arrived in Schenkenzell, where we met Hwy 442 and the Kinzig River.
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After just a few miles alongside the busy Hwy 442, the route veered off toward the town of Schiltach. Suzanne spied a sign directing us to the medieval town center, and we ascended to a cobbled square surrounded by an amazing array half-timbered houses. Located along a route once used by Romans traveling to Strasbourg, Schiltach grew to be an important crossroads for transport of goods by rail and along the Kinzig River. Though the Schiltach-Schramberg railroad line has closed and commercial river traffic has greatly declined, the town remains a popular tourist destination for lovers of half-timbered houses and nearby hiking and biking trails. We took our time in Schiltach, taking too many pictures and enjoying tasty lemon tarts in the town square.
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The afternoon was spent along dedicated cycle paths, traveling west toward Biberach as we criss-crossed the highway and Kinzig River using a variety of tunnels and bridges. The southerly winds had brought sunshine, blue skies and warming temperatures and it was easy and relaxed riding through the small towns that populated the Kinzig River valley.
As the miles remaining to our hotel approached zero, there was no sign of civilization and Suzanne began to fret that she had booked us into a place in the middle of nowhere, a place with no nearby restaurant – something Rachael would never do. Although I teased her a bit, offering to share my half-eaten Clif Bar for my birthday dinner, I knew all would be fine. And it certainly was. The Landsgasthof Kinzigstrand was indeed in the middle of nowhere, but it was very nice inn with an excellent restaurant where we dined on grilled Black Forest trout. There was no Black Forest birthday cake on the menu, so I indulged in an enormous bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce - I can't believe I ate the whole thing! It was a superb birthday dinner to cap off an outstanding day of cycling.
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I'll go back and look, but I don't think Suzanne mentioned this episode on her own journal. I guess one of the rewards of reading two journals about the same tour is the differing perspectives. 😊
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We got the news during dinner that Queen Elizabeth II had died – a great loss for her family, for Great Britain, the Commonwealth, and for many countries and people around the world who will miss her steadfast sense of duty and honor, along with her grace and humor. As for my sister and her husband, I got a text saying they left the group tour but she was too tired to talk, maybe in the morning. (Spoiler – I’m writing this a few days after the fact and although they each suffered for a few days they are both feeling better and are now resting on the Isle of Skye.)
It was quite the birthday, one I will always remember.
Today's ride: 37 miles (60 km)
Total: 2,655 miles (4,273 km)
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Du hast eine schöne Reisebeschreibung mit guten Bilder. Ich habe sie gern gelesen.
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