11 Sep 2011

Wissembourg, France to Zweibrucken, Germany (77 Km)

The Pfalzerwald.  Our trepidation at passing through this unknown forest quickly dissipated with each bend in the path snaking gently and scenically out in front of us.  This is biking nirvana, a cycling tourist’s greatest hope and pleasure:

a never-ending road as smooth as silk,
nary a car nor exhaust pipe in sight,
this route that on paper had us anxious,
but in real life has us grinning with delight.

(And with those rhyming words, I write.)