Okay. As you may already know from my Black Forest photo essay, yesterday I took a day off and headed into the Black Forest. My primary goal was to find a killer view of either Freiburg or the surrounding mountains, so every time we came to a fork in the trail, I chose the steepest upward path, taking us as straight up the mountain as I could manage.
What I figured would be a four or five hour hike actually (accidentally) turned into an eight hour excursion. The bad news about that is exhaustion and also blisters. The good news is that spending eight hours wandering through the Black Forest has some majorly gorgeous rewards. Like…
(At hour two.)
(At hour six.)
(Also at hour six. And, yes, that is a pancake with mushrooms and cream sauce at an outdoor cafe just off the trail. I win.)