Just another Sunday in the Black Forest

Sunday morning 7 a.m. it was still kinda dark, and the rain pounded against the window. Turning around and getting back to sleep seemed the best option at that time. Around noon however, the sun fought its way through, the air had meanwhile warmed up and we answered the call from our long neglected bicycles. First we had to ride to the gas station to get some air into our tires which were almost flat.

Sundays for us are mostly about being together, and not have any plans. And this is how we ride our bikes on a Sunday. We just meander through the valley along the various brooks and rivers.

Having no plans has its disadvantages, though... we could have packed lunch and a bottle of wine, and could have brought along a towel or a blanket. Or a book? It was so nice in the sun, especially in the slipstream of the flood dyke.

There are some fall colours to be found in the Black Forest, however they are not as spectacular as the North American fall foliage.

Roland had the weird idea that bicycles might need to get cleaned like any other vehicle. So before riding home we stopped at the car wash...

After two hours in the fresh air we were reasonably hungry, and Roland went to procure some fruit cake at our local cafe. It took ages before he showed up again. There was a huge line up, as the baked goods from this place are very popular.

Nothing wrong with sleeping in, having a late breakfast, going out for a bit of cycling, enjoying cake and getting in some couch time after. It might almost sound like vacation, but it is merely a normal Sunday in the Black Forest.