After several weeks of traveling in Germany, we wanted to spend some time away from city life where we could hike, relax and be under no time pressure or obligations. St. Peter was the ideal location. We had stayed near here on a farm for a few days a couple of years ago so we knew the lay of the land and that this would be the perfect place. St. Peter is a village of about 2500 people, built around a former monastery, a present pilgrimage church, and surrounded by dairy farms. It was on one of these dairies that we found the perfect vacation apartment.

St. Peter in the High Black Forest, near Switzerland

St. Peter in the High Black Forest, near Switzerland

Although we are only 12 miles from Freiburg, and only 30 minutes away by bus and train, we seem to be in a rather remote part of the world. But to be truthful, there is no remote place to be found in densely populated Germany. We drive to our Ferienwohnung but the car stays put most of the time. We walk 15 minutes to the bakery and grocery, and 20 minutes into town. Let’s look around at this quite typical accommodation.

Our location for three weeks and our car

Our location for three weeks and our car

Living/dining room, with a bottle of home distilled brandy on the table for us.

Living/dining room, with a bottle of home distilled brandy on the table for us.

Bedroom with separate beds and comforters

Bedroom with separate beds and comforters

There are no built-in closets so these giant chests serve the purpose.

There are no built-in closets so this giant chest serves the purpose.

Quite adequate kitchen with numerous appliances.

Quite adequate kitchen with numerous appliances.

Large bathroom with tub and shower with the usual inadequate place to put things.

Large bathroom with tub and shower.

View from the balcony toward the snow patched highest peak in the Black Forest.

View from the balcony toward the snow patched highest peak in the Black Forest.

We make good use of the balcony, when it isn't raining.

We make good use of the balcony, when it isn’t raining.

There's always time for a break.

There’s always time for a break.

Oh my, here comes another cloud burst.

These storms things come frequently, day to day

These storms come frequently, day after day

Rain is upon us. Good thing we are not caught in the open this time.

Rain is upon us. Good thing we are not caught in the open this time.

Next morning, outside our door are fresh eggs from the farm, whole raw milk from the cows, and still warm rolls and bread from the local bakery. We are close to heaven.

Morning delivery of breakfast makings

Morning delivery of breakfast makings

Let’s take a walk into town.

Here's our place, with several pregnant cows from the herd, in a separate pasture.

Here’s our place, with several pregnant cows from the herd in a separate pasture.

Across the main road is a strawberry patch. Beyond it is a field of raspberries, and a few acres of spelt.

Strawberries in the seemingly bare patch, with raspberries beyond.

Strawberries in the seemingly bare patch, with raspberries beyond.

The town limit and monastery beyond.

The town limit and monastery beyond.

The sidewalk into town is shared with horses and bikes.

The sidewalk into town is shared with horses and bikes.

On the edge of town are old farm houses quite like days of old.

Farm house

Farm house

Another farm house

Another farm house

A right elegant place

A right elegant place

A more modern place loaded with solar panels

A more modern place loaded with solar panels

Two regional busses pass, stop and chat a bit. The motorcyclist chats, too.

Two regional buses pass, stop and chat a bit. The motorcyclist chats, too.

Around the monastery are two circles of ancient buildings that once were home to the businesses supporting the monks. Today these buildings house the city hall, tourist office, etc. We migrate to the pastry shop, appropriately named Cafe Martin.

Cafe Martin, of course!

Cafe Martin, of course!

A poster at the tourist bureau mentioned a concert in the church. The only available tickets are for the choir loft, behind the pulpit where the ensemble would be, but before the altar. We couldn’t see much and the acoustics were iffy, but I think we enjoyed Mozart, Schubert and Wagner.

View from the choir loft

View from the choir loft

The altar

The alter

The musicians give even  us a bow.

The musicians give even us a bow.

One day we take a trail starting directly behind our place way up the side of the mountain to the 3300 foot level, through open fields as well as forest. The Black Forest is about ⅓ devoted to agriculture. Right away we are confronted by a right ominous cloud.

Will this one soak us?

Will this one soak us?

At the pass are a number wind turbines. The property owners can buy them and make good money selling electricity to the grid.

Wind turbines at the pass.

Wind turbines at the pass.

The forest is criss-crossed with trails and logging roads. Good signage helps a lot.

Lots of trail signs keep on the straight and narrow, so t say.

Lots of trail signs keep us on the straight and narrow, so to say.

Friendly cows greet us at the electric fences.

Curious cows

Gentle cows

Sociable creatures

Sociable creatures

Idyllic country

Idyllic country

Eva arranged for two of her first cousins to visit with us for a couple of days. They were able to stay in a room at our farm so we got a lot of visiting in. One day we drove to Triberg to see Germany’s highest waterfall. We spent an exciting couple of hours walking along the cascading and seeing the falls close up. Because of the necessary infrastructure of bridges and the like, there was a fee charged, but it was certainly worth it.

Cascades

Cascades

One of the falls

One of the falls

Three cousins - Regine, Eva and Gudrun.

Three cousins – Regine, Eva and Gudrun.

One morning we take a bus to the neighboring town of Sankt Märgen, about five miles away. Then we walk up hill and dale back home.

Bus stop and trail head

Bus stop and trail head

Pavement for a while

Pavement for a while

Past numerous stations of the cross

We pass numerous stations of the cross

Into the woods

Into the woods

Sometimes kinda lost

Sometimes kinda lost

Sometimes we're being watched.

Sometimes we’re being watched.

Here and there are welcomed benches

Here and there are welcomed benches

There are always flowers along the way.

There are always flowers along the way.

We make it home via the strawberry patch.

We make it home via the strawberry patch.

We see our farm ahead.

We see our farm ahead.

We must soon leave Sankt Peter. A full moon shows over our town and our church.

Full moon over St. Peter

Full moon over St. Peter

We see the illuminated church towers from our balcony.

St.Peter and Paul towers illuminated.

St.Peter and Paul towers illuminated.

‘Tis time to say goodbye for now.

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