Showing posts with label Königstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Königstein. Show all posts
Monday, December 03, 2007
Limburg & Königstein
The weekend after Thanksgiving, I got to spend some time with my sister-in-law, Michelle, and her friend, Kim. We took a nice drive through the Taunus up to a town called Limburg. Limburg is well-known for its remarkably well-preserved Altstadt with twisting, cobblestone Medieval streets and its beautiful Cathedral. An added bonus was that their Weinachtsmarkt (Christmas Market) had just opened. On the way back to Oberursel, we took in the view from the top of the tower in the castle ruins high above the village of Königstein.



Saturday, November 17, 2007
Falkenstein und Königstein
It was another beautiful, brisk day to hike in the Taunus forest. The temperature hovered just above freezing. The snow and ice that remained in the trees rained down around me for the six or eight kilometers I hiked west from Oberursel. The cool air and grey skies presented little traffic on the trails for a Saturday. I love the contrast between the red pine needles covering the trail and the snow . . . .

Castle Ruins at Falkenstein, a village just to the west of Oberursel; this castle was occupied from the 13th through the 18th centuries, when it was rubbled by the French . . . .

Castle ruins at Königstein, just to the west of Falkenstein; they were working on the castle ruins today, so, sadly, I wasn't allowed to wander inside . . . .

Sign of a good day . . . .

I've been saying that my best friend in Deutschland has been my dictionary, but I think, as my German gets better and I spend more time on the trails, that my Vasque Sundowners are taking a shot at the title . . . .
Peace to you.
Castle Ruins at Falkenstein, a village just to the west of Oberursel; this castle was occupied from the 13th through the 18th centuries, when it was rubbled by the French . . . .
Castle ruins at Königstein, just to the west of Falkenstein; they were working on the castle ruins today, so, sadly, I wasn't allowed to wander inside . . . .
Sign of a good day . . . .
I've been saying that my best friend in Deutschland has been my dictionary, but I think, as my German gets better and I spend more time on the trails, that my Vasque Sundowners are taking a shot at the title . . . .
Peace to you.
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