We knew we were in trouble from the moment we saw the sign. Ski bus parking area ahead, or whatever the German translation of that is. Now, we are no experts, but we have spent enough time on a ski hill to know that you require a certain steepness of grade to operate a proper ski resort. With nowhere to go but up, we began the steep climb out of Whalweis. Gruelling kilometres of UP, UP, UP under the blazing sun. We are confident temperatures today were well into the 30’s. (For the record, I would like Mother Nature to know that we aren’t complaining...sun over rain any day..thank you very much!)
Truth be told Rob is an excellent hill climber. With one look at the challenge ahead he digs deep, adjusts gears and attacks. Conversely, I like to think of myself as a downhill specialist. Not a technical downhiller like you would see in a cycling race, but more of a toddler’s approach. With glee, I relish the wind in my hair and the effortless descent. At times, I take my feet of the peddles and shout with joy. In order to match our opposing styles, at all impending steeps, I simply say to Rob, “see ya at the top!”, and there he patiently waits for me to complete my ascent.
To the victors come the spoils. To say we were well rewarded for toughing out the climb is an understatement. Just when our legs and lungs felt like we couldn’t go any further, we began a spectacular descent to Tittengen. The kilometres flew by and all was right with the world again. To our great delight we arrived safe, sound and relatively intact at the Danube River. Dipping in the Danube never felt so good!
After the excitement of reaching the Danube, we pushed on, once again facing with a series of rolling hills along the river valley. By far, this is one of the prettiest sections we have cycled to date. The winding river cuts its’ way through steep rock walls. History runs deep here dating back to 1077. Signs of medieval fortresses, royal residences, turrets, towers and religious symbols are evident along the banks of the Danube. We are told one of the most powerful families in European history, the Princes of Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen, called this area home, and for just one night, so will we.
Route update
Arguably, the most challenging section of Eurovelo 6 to date has left us in a state of happy exhaustion. We are camped on the banks of the Danube River in the lovely town of Sigmaringen, well protected by Sigmaringen Castle towering above us. The local rowing club has welcomed us to their tenting area, so tonight we sleep amongst another group of passionate paddlers. Loud and happy sounds are resonating from the Beer Garden above. I suspect we may pay it a visit.
Giggle
Soaring daytime temperatures. Menopausal. Hot Flashes. Down Sleeping Bag. Two man (Canadian 3 season tent). Snoring husband. Extremely loud snoring husband. Thoughts of killing him. I refrained. Enough said.
