A Bit of Holiday in the Black Forest
Posted on July 2, 2014
Eva had two wishes as far as the Black Forest was concerned. They dated from her childhood. One was to experience the Höllental, or Hell’s Valley, and the other was to visit the well known resort area around the Titisee, near the top of things. We did ‘um both.
There were two ways to get to those places, by car, and by train. We did both. First, we had a little diversion. As you know by now, the Germans take their bread very seriously, and just as the French do, they insist on freshly baked bread for their breakfast. We had the option, and on two mornings elected to have fresh breads delivered to our door by 7:30. The bakery was located up a narrow highway a few miles and we decided to visit the town, St. Peter, on the way to our two destinations, and maybe drop in on the baker.
We didn’t make it to the baker but were enamored of the prosperous town, its beautiful homes, its situation on a hilltop, and its major draw, The Abbey of St. Peter .
We are forever seeing our family names of sign as we go along, and sure enough, one popped up right in the heart of town.
What we will probably most remember is the simple fountain beside the church, of the stone mason who made use of the old sandstone steps, removed in the 1960s during restoration, by sculpting cameos of musicians, commemorating the music in St. Peter. They are so touching I want to show all of them to you.
Now it was time to get to the storied Höllental, Hell’s Valley, that has been an important route for travelers like forever, but is extremely narrow for quite a long way and was controlled by the imposing Falkenstein Castle. Fortunately it was widened and paved as part of the effort to get the Viennese bride Marie Antoinette to her wedding in Paris on time.
Legend has it that a deer was once seen leaping across the gorge. I think I got a pretty good shot of the deer.
Back in the 1880s a train track was laid through the gorge. The route was so steep that a cog rail had to be used in this stretch for many years, but now electric trains make this route a piece of cake. In addition to there being several tunnels along the way, an imposing bridge spans the Ravenna Gorge. We took a nice hike to check it all out.
We took a walk under the viaduct for quite a way into the woods. It looked a lot like Annadel State Park, except that the trails here are better maintained.
A placard on the side of the viaduct said that it was destroyed by the German Army toward the end of WW II as the Allies were advancing. It was rebuilt in 1947 by German prisoners of war in order to move massive quantities of logs from the forests to France as war reparations.
A little further along we drove up a narrow road just to see where it led. Pretty nice scenery, wouldn’t you say?
Yes, we finally did make it to Lake Titisee, but we were enjoying ourselves so much I forgot to take many pictures.
First, we start with what everyone does on a lazy afternoon – having a nice dessert.
Here we are finally at the lake, presumably named after the Roman Emperor Titus, at 2800 feet above sea level. We spent a long time enjoying the view.
This now is the end of my travelog for this trip. Auf Wiedersehen, and au revoir.