And this is where we left off in Part 1 of Adventure and Misadventure. We were headed out onto the route called the Wieslauftal biking route, a 47.7 km route heading out of the city, into the forest and past many small towns and points of interest. We, however, were just hoping to make it to the forest and then turn around, a total distance of something like 12 km. Off we went, almost immediately surrounded by greenery, with tree-covered hills both nearby and off in the distance. It was warm, sunny, and so nice to be out in nature.
Though first we passed by some fun artwork. This stenciling in an underpass:
And this really cool youth center!
Once we got past the edge of the city’s rough streets and onto the relatively smoother biking path, I kicked up the pace. We had a decent ways to go, it was already 3pm, and I’m very goal oriented. But going fast doesn’t mean I couldn’t stop and admire the scenery around us or take some photos.
By the time we turned around, I hadn’t taken many photos, so I warned Michael to be on the lookout for any good photo ops. The sun was getting low, so there were plenty! And I wanted to show you what some of our path looked like.
I figured that I don’t take many photos of “normal” things, even though they’re different than the normal things we saw in our home in the US. So here’s a view of one of the town streets we walked past.
It’s about as normal as it gets. This wasn’t the prettiest street, sorry. I thought it would be a bit weird to take a bunch of photos in some of the neighborhoods as actual people lived there and were also out enjoying the perfect weekend weather in their beautiful little gardens by their beautiful little creekside homes.
At one point, there were a man and his horse hanging out where the bike path intersected with a road at the edge of the next town. He was just sitting on a rock while the horse munched on some grass. Before we went past the horse, I asked if it would be alright, since an electric wheelchair is not a usual thing to be rolling down a bike path, and I didn’t want to startle the horse. The man laughed and smiled and said that of course it would be fine! If we startled it going past, he’d know that something was wrong with the horse. Ha! Nice guy.
I drove Michael’s chair most of the way. For that, I just turn the speed down and use my left hand so I can walk by his side. It was nice for this long walk because Michael’s hand falls asleep after a time, and if I drive, he can just relax, and we can go at a quick pace, except for all of the stops for photos!
This whole way as we were going, I just followed the signs for the bike route, and where there were intersections of multiple bike routes, I followed the one for our path. And then it was starting to get a little late, and I thought we should have been to the forest by that time. We were at another intersection, and I had to decide where to go, so I pulled up Google maps. And that’s when I realized something was amiss.
So sad! We found ourselves just past Plüderhausen, still going east and now a bit south, and we were supposed to have gone north through Urbach! It was already 5pm, and we did not have time or energy to backtrack and go the right way. While I was pretty disappointed because I’d had my heart set on at least, at least, making it to the stinking forest when we’d gone all this way and completely had to change our original plans, Michael was just happy-go-lucky Michael and said, “Oh well! It was still a really nice walk.” How I love that man.
You can see approximately where our path diverged:
Well, it’s easy to see how we got so far from our path. I was following the Remstal bike path signs, and we were supposed to go on the Wieslauftal route! Whoops. My memory deceived me when it came to the point to decide which path to continue on.
Michael was right, though. It was a beautiful walk anyhow. And it got even more beautiful as we strolled through the light of the setting sun, 7.5 km back to the train station.
The late afternoon sunlight lit up everything with beautiful golden shades.
Even the muddy paths through the construction site were picturesque.
I love how close nature is to the cities. It’s so accessible! I don’t know how I could live anywhere without green in view.
Arriving to the youth center brought us once again to the edge of Schorndorf where we waited for our train back home. It was a short twenty minute ride back to our town, where I wish we could say that we happily hopped off, walked two blocks, and arrived home to have a late dinner and relax. Unfortunately, this tale continues more like the circumstances of a volume of the Unfortunate Events of the Baudelaire children.
When we arrived at our final station, I suddenly realized that, while we had started our trip leaving from the platform which we did not need to use the broken elevator to access, our arrival brought us to the platform which we would not be able to get off of. It was either get off the train and be stuck on the platform or figure out a different plan and quickly!
I didn’t have time to smack myself upside the head for not realizing in advance that this would happen. I had one goal, to get us home. The next station was a close one which I’d heard is an easy walk home from, though probably about 40 minutes or so. However, when we arrived, it was completely dark out, and I’d never walked that route before. We opted for a bus. The bus required a transfer, and we could make it home in less time than walking … if the bus was on time.
The bus, as buses typically are, was not on time. Thankfully, however, a couple of very nice passengers that we encountered on the first bus let us know that we could make our transfer at the last stop on the route. Since we were late, we had to wait 15 minutes for the next bus. No worries.
We made it home at 8:45pm, 1 hour and 45 minutes since we had arrived at the Schorndorf S-Bahn.
What a day! And all because of a broken elevator.
Love from Germany,