All Around the Watch Tower

There must be some kind of way up there
Said the husband to the wife. . .

Jak and I went wandering yesterday on our bikes. That is a nice way of saying we spent the day mildly lost. Though I suppose we could contest the lost thing, because if you really don't have a destination, I do not think you can really be lost on the way to nowhere. Nonetheless, we were faced with the most difficult of decisions that shall face us many times, namely left, right and sometimes even straight. We started from Grafenwoehr towards Pressath and wandered our way from there along the beautiful bike paths and perfect one lane roads that are all over this area. The roads are actually one lane in size only, they are used for occasional two way traffic at 100K an hour both ways. It is exciting to drive them, but for riding they are absolutley amazing. They go through gently rolling farm land, populated with the most picturesque little villages and buildings. I love seeing the village signs when riding in or out, one that we rode through yesterday has been there since 1291. Even the young villages are older than the US. We eventually started to guide our wanderings towards a watch tower that stands above the whole plain near Neustadt am Kulm. It turns out that the watchtower is located on top of an actual basalt volcano cone. We ended up riding the dirt roads to try to reach the tower on top, but in the end we would have needed to walk up some serious hiking trails, which in bike shoes would not have been fun. Our ride back took us past what appears to be a really beautiful monastary. I realize that my narration of the ride is rather linear, and lacking in any sort of good descriptive words or onamotapetic phrases. But pictures really do speak much better for our ride than I can. It is the sort of riding that makes you not want to stop, except when you begin to bonk so hard that your wife laughs as she blows by you on slight hills.