We crossed to the German side and entered the town of Rastatt, where Ludvig Wilhelm of Baden wasn't about to hide the palace he had built in 1705, inspired no doubt by Versailles.
Begun just a few years later, the Schloss Karlsruhe was even grander. Here it is from the south and then the north, where the tower is. It was home to the Grand Dukes of Baden until 1918, and now houses a museum. Karlsruhe is that rare entity in Germany, a city with a geometric plan. 32 streets radiate out from the palace, though only a handful run further than a kilometer, and the rest of the city is only vaguely on a rectangular grid. Besides the Schloss there is also a botanical garden, where we admired two kinds of kale and some Swiss chard, items we wish we were seeing instead on our dinner plates. They really don't serve many green vegetables in the restaurants here. The last photo is of an office building adjacent to the botanical garden, with a most unusual botanical display.
We spent an extra day in Karlsruhe in a wonderful apartment hotel where we treated ourselves to two evenings of home-cooking and a "rest day" that was, for us, relatively restful: 21 km of riding without the panniers to and from the Turmbergbahn, or Tower Hill Railroad. It's been running since 1888 and is Germany's oldest funicular railway. The maximum gradient is 36 degrees. It lifted us up about 100 m (over 300') above the town of Durlach, following which we climbed another few dozen meters to the top of the tower. As anticipated the views were rewarding. First, down. Then to the NNE, showing the line of hills that define the east edge of the Rhine valley, then to the SSW looking more-or-less towards Basel. The Rhine valley is generally 10-15 km of flat to very gently rolling land before coming to anything worth calling a hill on both sides of the river, from Basel all the way to Mainz.
We have been seeing more and more industry as we've gotten further down the Rhine. Here to the SW is a large factory for Bosch and other industry beyond it, and to the NW the nuclear reactors near Worms, perhaps 45 km as the crow flies, but almost 60 km as the bike wiggled down the bike trails past it the next day.
Time to descend from our perch. The funicular cars are linked so that the one descending helps lift the ascending car, but we had a full load and the car going up was running empty, so it doesn't always balance out.
The next day we crossed the Rhine and began riding north on the west bank. A few km before this the French border turned away from the river, so it is Germany on both banks now. There is an official route on both sides of the river, so the main determinant of which side to ride is which cities we wanted to visit. Speyer was on the west bank, it sounded interesting, so there you have it -- we'll ride on the west bank, thank you very much.
More to our taste was the cathedral of Speyer, whose construction started almost 1000 years ago, though the actual date is unknown. By 1061 it was sufficiently complete to be consecrated. Of course we headed for the desk to buy tickets to climb the tower. But before climbing up to the top of the church spires, visitors are first taken partway up to an enormous room, the Emperor's Hall, filled with enormous frescoes that were added to the church walls in the mid-19th century. Fairly recently they were moved to this hall for preservation, and for the added purpose of returning the cathedral to its stark Romanesque form. We include one of them, depicting Bernard of Clairvaux arriving at the cathedral in 1146 as part of his campaign to raise funds and troops for the Second Crusade. In the mid-1800s, this was still considered to have been a good thing.
Our guide then hiked down the 6 or 7 stories worth of stairs, for the umpteenth time that day, to bring up the next group. Meanwhile we continued upward to the top, about 200 feet above the city. The first view is east across the top of the cathedral and toward the Rhine, the second the opposite way, past an ancient town gate. In the distance are the hills defining the western edge of the wide Rhine valley, as mentioned earlier. Other buildings even closer to the cathedral can be seen in the last two photos, such as the Stadthaus that is bedecked with red flowers.
Our guidebook very clearly indicated we should head north from Speyer, but we had been in touch with our German friends Rainer and Brigitte, whose son we visited a few weeks ago in Regensburg. Now it was time to meet up with Rainer and Brigitte themselves. They booked an apartment in a wine village called Rhodt unter Rietburg. It's on the Weinstrasse, or Wine Street (though we would probably say "Wine Route") that parallels the Rhine but lies 5-15 km to the west, at the base of that ridge seen just a few photos up the page.
After making the lodging reservation our friends then tried to get a train reservation but could only get one that got them into Speyer at 5:30 pm. So we headed off ahead to do the 33 km in mid-day. It was a little challenging since it was off the map in our guidebook and we did not have a paper map. Instead, we downloaded screen shots of bike maps from opencyclemap.org onto the mini iPad, and stopped a lot for Jeff to memorize the next few km of twists and turns. There are bike routes the entire way, but they involve taking a less-than-direct route utilizing back roads. Here, for example, is one of the farm roads we took, with the hills ahead of us and one of the local cyclists heading the other way.
Rhodt was a charming town, and our lodging outstanding. Like many others in town, our hosts ran a vineyard and offered lodging. We enjoyed a bottle of their wines each evening. They were both delicious and they were both 4 to 6 euros a bottle. Don't know how they do it!
Here are a few shots: the view of the lush yard with vineyard beyond from our bedroom window; the view of the courtyard of our complex; a view up the street and one down the street; and a typical winery, with the date written over the archway (in this instance 1719).
Hills mean climbing, so climb we did, though some unregenerate tourists were driving to the Villa and taking the chair lift up to the Rietburg. However you got there, you could enjoy a typical German beer garden at the top, complete with fantastic views.
And then the first of two unfortunate events occurred. It was the next day, and the four of us were biking down a farm road like hundreds of others we have ridden. Unlike most, it had some recently plowed fields next to it, perhaps getting ready for a second planting. Tractors had been coming in and out of the fields, and in one particular spot had brought quite a bit of clay-rich mud with them, onto the trail. Adding to the impending event was a rain storm that morning which we had waited out during lunch. Can you see where this is headed . . . ? Unfortunately, we didn't. As we rode toward this glob of mud on the road a short ways ahead of Brigitte and Rainer, Jeff realized just a bit too late that it was not a light coating of dirt such as we had ridden over numerous times, but rather 2-3 inches (5-8 cm) of mud. Mud which was now the consistency of new cow pies. He tried to slow down, but it was too late, and faster than you could say "Holy Cow Pies" we were down, HARD.
We did not take photos, so you will have to picture us, well covered in mud, our panniers well dipped into it, our tires so coated they almost couldn't rotate. The bike it turns out was OK. Brigitte, who fell a little more gracefully as she avoided us, was OK, and Rainer totally fine since he learned from the rest of us and stopped in time.
Louise was a little banged up, but surprisingly little considering how suddenly we had gone from 20 kph to zero, and from vertical to horizontal. Jeff had some abrasions on his knee that cyclists refer to as "road rash," but they quickly healed. The biggest problem was his shoulder, which was pretty painful. We spent 15 minutes getting enough mud off the tires to be able to ride, and off everything else to be minimally presentable. Jeff found he had enough strength and range of motion in the shoulder for us to resume riding, so we did make it the remaining 10 km to our destination.
When we reached our Pension the innkeeper found us a hose, and both bike and baggage got a good spritzing. Thank heavens for waterproof Ortlieb panniers. The innkeeper also raised the angst level with a suggestion Jeff had dislocated his shoulder, but a quick Google search up in our room made that seem most unlikely. With Tylenol on arrival and Tylenol PM at bedtime, Jeff was able to get a decent night's sleep, and the next morning Louise shared the prescription lidocaine patches she had gotten for her back. With another Tylenol on the inside and the patch on the outside, Jeff and his shoulder were doing OK and we were ready to ride again.
This was where Rainer and Brigitte headed off in another direction to ride the Main River. As we waved goodbye, we wondered when we would see them again. This was the third summer in a row. Will we get together in a year? Will it be two, or even more?
You've probably heard the expression, "as one door closes another one opens," and that's what happened next. A Swiss couple also staying at the Pension were getting ready to ride with their two kids. The parents' bikes had a sign on the back of each one saying "tandem," but the bikes were clearly not tandems . . . but what was that metal device on the back of each bike? Yannick and Romaine were happy to show us.
Each day the family rides 30-40 km, usually starting out with four bikes. If the kids get tired or there is a stretch of the route that becomes a road with traffic, they can switch to tandem mode. We asked Romaine if she can tell if the kid behind her is pedaling. "Oh, yes! It's like a little motor back there!"
As we talked further, we mentioned our fall the day before and Jeff's sore shoulder. Yannick volunteered that he was a Physical Therapist, and would Jeff like to have him take a look? Yes, Jeff would definitely like that. He pressed here and there while Jeff winced and squirmed, but came up with the same conclusion Jeff already had: a bruised and very sore muscle at the top of the shoulder. Something that would probably heal well, and not over too long a time period. He gave Jeff advice on stretches to do to help keep it loose.
We got going first, and headed to the city of Worms, famous for the Diet of Worms. This diet had nothing to do with food. Before the unification of Germany in 1871, it was composed of numerous kingdoms, dukedoms, principalities and the like. When the Holy Roman Emperor wanted to have all the relevant rulers discuss an issue important to all of them, he called a diet, or assembly. The one called in Worms in 1521 had one and only one topic: Luther, whose 95 Theses had been posted 3 1/2 years before.
Luther attended after being given a pledge of safe conduct against arrest. He was asked to recant his teachings. He said he could not. Then he quietly but quickly left town before they changed their minds about the Stay Out of Jail Free card, the way they had a century before in Konstanz with Jan Hus. In 1868 the good folks of Worms erected a monument to Luther and many of his allies, across the street from where he made his courageous stand.
We got almost to our destination, we should say, for 500 m -- a third of a mile -- from our hotel, the heavens opened. Luckily there was a gas station/convenience store with a wide overhang to the roof, and we stayed bored but dry for the hour it took to pass through. As we got back on the bike route we saw creeks emptying into the Rhine with red clay mud from the downpour. Luckily, this is the closest we've gotten to getting significantly rained upon so far this summer.
The doctors came up with a diagnosis and a prescription for an ankle brace, but not much more, such as some indication of how severe a sprain it was. Louise picked up the brace the next day, and we were a little taken aback by the price of € 239.50, since it appeared to have only about € 9.50 worth of material. But after having used it for several days, Jeff has come to believe it was worth the design work that went into it, as it has provided a secure yet comfortable support for his right foot.
We let a few folks know about the halt to our trip, among them Yannick and Romaine. It turns out they were in Mainz, not far away, and taking a few days off from biking because of a spate of rain we were having. The two of us hadn't paid it as much attention since we were not getting up each day asking the usual question, will it be a good day for biking. In any event, they arranged to travel to our little town to have dinner with us at our hotel. It was really fun to see them again, and learn a little more about their family. Afterwards, Yannick volunteered to examine Jeff's latest injury. He liked the color of the ankle: not blue. He found that the area of pain was not extensive, leading him to conclude that, as sprains go, it was not too severe a one. Most importantly, he spent ten minutes getting Jeff to walk correctly, without a limp, so that the correct muscle memory returns more quickly. The next day, with some help from the borrowed crutches, we did a 2 km walk.
So what has happened with our plans for the summer? At first we thought we would have to retire Little Red until our return to Seattle. But with Yannick's optimism and Jeff's belief that he is getting better quickly, we've decided not to quit, just to scale back.
Our friends Brigitte and Rainer wrote when they heard our news, and suggested we could heal at their house as well as anywhere, and so we shall. So much for a year or two until we see them again!
Our Dutch friends Nico and Marga had been holding our suitcases. They promptly shipped them to us here in Nierstein Germany, and they arrived in two days. We are happy to report that Little Red is now resting in pieces, in our suitcase. He will go with us on the train.
On August 14 we have had plans to meet Nico and Marga in North Holland for a stay in a self-catering 2BR apartment and a whole bunch of tandeming. A whole bunch might get trimmed back to just "a bunch," but we hope and plan to do it. We'll spend the coming ten days walking and otherwise exercising to get back in shape, then around August 10 or 11 get back on the tandem somewhere in Holland, at first without luggage on day rides from a hotel, then short hops up to our meeting point with Nico and Marga.
We hope we're not being overly optimistic, and if we are we can always keep Little Red in his suitcases. But he's itching to get out, and we're itching to get riding. So wish us well!