The final ride is now a few weeks ago. At that time was still summer ... Under blue skies, through deep puddles and high above the ground ... of all was the matter. The outward journey was peppered with small obstacles: a tram that short changes the last stop, a place for the flooding and impassable is signposted, a street, not with the sign "Caution High Water!" signs, and still holds a knee-deep puddle. All these are of course not really obstacles nerved Röck'n'Rollerinnen.
Even the campground had his drawbacks, but who wants nörgerln know ... but afterwards, only the good memories :-)
certainly a very high point (note pun!) Was the climbing forest. Felt in 100m height dangled, balanced, skated, swung oh, what, we were flying through the trees. Always with the wonderful view of lake and swimmers. What could be better? Response from the brave Four: Climbing on perceived height of 1000m. Come down, all without injuries and with a large chunk of confidence in the pocket. The other day turned out to be relaxed with a shower in the campground's spa and bathe in the lake. The night was also relaxed, thanks to Oropax highway noise. (More wheel travel, people!)
The return trip on Sunday was uneventful, puddles and diversion - good thing, because eventually the fittest Röck'n'Rollerin is on her energy end of the level.
