Friday afternoon, early November.
I am working on an IT solution when the phone rings.
After picking up the phone, Bruno answers:
“Hello Micha, Flo and I want to explore a few small paths tomorrow. Do you have interest and time? " “Sure,” I answer. "With pleasure."
Although I absolutely have to clear the leaves from my terrace.
Although I don't know what kind of weather is being forecast.
Although I should urgently give my GS some maintenance and, above all, new shoes.
"When do you want to start?"
“Well, it's quite cool in the morning. And with us the morning mist is persistent, shall we say 10:15 a.m.? ”
I agree and then rethink my weekend plans.
In the evening Bruno calls again:
"You, we're moving the start to half past ten - OK?"
If I'm more than okay, I can at least rake up the autumn leaves at home in the morning.
When I see the pure November horror out of the window on Saturday morning, I regret my acceptance. For me this is no weather for fun touring. While I'm raking through the leaves and thinking about a rejection, my cell phone rattles: “It's me, Bruno! We postpone the start to eleven o'clock, because of the proximity to the reservoir there is still thick fog. " “Fits” I answer and I hope that the weather forecast comes with its assertion “A lot of sunshine can be expected in the higher altitudes”.
I arrive at Bruno punctually at eleven, and Flo right after me. Bruno and his wife greet us and Gaby keeps his fingers crossed that it clears up during the day. We start into the fog - and after a few minutes it gets dirty. Bruno leads us on tempting astray, of which he seems to know quite a few. Here turn right, there a promising dirt road, there a small wood. And then there is a short, grassy climb. Bruno and Flo scurry up there and disappear behind the hilltop. But my GS wobbles back and forth several times and the lean profile lets the wheels spin completely. In short, I stand and, despite several attempts, can no longer move forward. While I am doing and doing, Flo is back and pushing me - everything fits!
Two hours are up in no time and we land in Sankt Wolfgang. Bruno stops at a butcher's shop, because Flo had already expressed the desire for a Leberkas roll several times that morning. However, the sales room was completely empty and the butcher was about to cordon off. On Flo's hungry request, the friendly butcher conjured up a few more delicious rolls.
After driving on, it remains cool and overcast, although every now and then a few bright areas in the sky suggest the battle of the sun.
Bruno continues to lead us astray, the GSsen have long been completely filthy! And the fog ensures that, on the one hand, you can't see anything and, on the other hand, you have to constantly wipe the visor.
We make a few more stops, sometimes take photos and are then overtaken by dusk.
It offers us a few more minutes of mystical atmosphere when we just emerge from the ground fog at Hohenlinden.
Fortunately we weren't put off by the weather, because the tour offered a lot of adventurous, occasional dead ends, a lot of variety and many fine, legal paths - THANKS to Bruno for the initiative and planning and to Flo for the really entertaining company!
Micha
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