Well, as you can see, it was a rainy day. I wasn’t willing to face a ride to tai chi at 8 a.m. Janos drove me. I’m getting soft, or softer. But in my defense, I did get on my bike for an afternoon ride, 6C/44C, and threatening rain. Janos declined the invitation to join me. This also meant that I would be stopping more often to take pictures and not follow any planned route, but just turn right or left as the whim took me.
Thinking to find a waterfall, or just falling water, I set out for the Wuerm (the correct alternate spelling for Würm). I was surprised in the evening to read Rich’s post suggesting the Waterfall Wednesday challenge! We don’t have any waterfalls on the Wuerm, but there are some little dams and fish ladders which I thought would have to do.
I just have to follow our street to the end and it morphs into a path along the little river, more a stream, beginning with asphalt, then a smooth dirt path, and finally a single trail. I seldom follow the single trail because at some point the river bank climbs and the drop off is to my right. My main worry is that young and brash mountain bikers will be coming from the other direction and I won’t have much room to move over. The thought that I might go tumbling down the embankment intimidates me. But today there was hardly anyone out on a bike so I pushed on. No encounters on the scary part, thank goodness.
I found lots of nice things to take pictures of. The image below reminded me of the movement in China termed “let it rot”, a more nihilistic version of “quiet quitting”, which I recently read about.
At the end of the single trail is a bridge to the other side of the Wuerm and some interesting lost places, always good for pictures. Here I was hoping to get a picture of the little dam behind the building on the left, but I couldn’t get any closer. So no WW pictures yet.
I now made my way out of the Wuerm valley to a bicycle path on the other side of the railroad line. On my way I stopped for a look at another lost place. Trains no longer stop at the Muehlthal station and the adjacent little beer garden soon had to close for lack of customers. That was still in my time, I remember many outings to the beer garden from Munich. I read the property has recently been sold and they want to renovate the building for use as a venue for cultural events. The old and decaying tables and benches have been removed since the last time I poked around here.
As is often the case, when I got home I realized I took detail pictures, but none of the overall scene for my narrative. Another reason to go back and post about the same places with different pictures.
The rest of the ride was on familiar roads and a stretch on a dirt trail along the trai line. Boy, and it never rained.