Mother’s Day in the Franconian Switzerland

Since Sunday was Mother’s Day, we took BV’s mom out for the afternoon. Sticking with her usual tradition, she opted to go up to the Franconian Switzerland. There was some initial confusion as to where she wanted to go, but we figured it out and set off. The walking route that she wanted to take started in the village Egloffstein, and ran along the river to a few old mills.

Before we started hiking walking, we stopped to get something to eat. There was a large Gasthof in town, and we should have known by the jammed parking lot that we were going to have problems. The restaurant couldn’t get us in until 3pm, and as it was only 12:30, we decided to move on. We drove to the next village where we found a very comfy little restaurant to have our lunch. While we ate the clouds whipped past the window, alternating between blue sky and torrential rain. At one point I looked out and it was hailing. We were a little concerned that our walk wasn’t going to happen, but by the time we finished the sky had cleared back up.

When we went back to the car, we noticed something that we had missed on our dash from the parking area to the restaurant…

Well hello there!

Well hello there!

I know that not everyone in in the Franconian Switzerland owns a horse, but it sure does seem like we run into a lot of them. I’m not arguing though, since that gives me the chance to feed them grass and rub their fuzzy noses.

Pink apple blossoms, blue sky, and horses. A solid start to the day.

So gorgeous.

So gorgeous.

After we had our fill of visiting with the horses, we drove back to Egloffstein. I think we have driven through here before, but this was our first time stopping (or at least, my first time stopping). The village sits around a hill, with a small castle at the top, and a little river running through the valley below.

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Dramatic skies came and went.

Dramatic skies came and went.

We walked away from the castle and towards the next village where we hoped to find the first mill. We took a few pauses for photos along the way, of course.

We found the first mill quickly, although it didn’t have a waterwheel like we were hoping for. Instead we wandered through someone’s yard around some crumbling old Fachwerk houses, and across a bridge that most definitely did not have safety railings.

At this point we were under a bit of a time crunch, as BV’s mom needed to get back to town, but the next mill was supposed to be pretty close so we walked on. We found it pretty quickly, but it wasn’t the most photogenic mill I’ve ever seen. So instead, I give you a golden pretzel, and an old waterworks building.

We also encountered a very vocal dog, and we weren’t exactly sure if we were walking through someone’s driveway, or if it was a restaurant. There were signs but it didn’t look very well kept up, and the dog wasn’t really welcoming. As we walked around the house though, we heard a “mew mew mew,” and turned to see a little gray cat chasing us down. She “merred,” and circled our ankles, purring like a little tractor when I got down to pet her. She followed us as we went through the yard looking for an outlet, and seemed very disappointed when we had to go back.

Clouds were gathering so we hurried back to the car, but of course there were still stops for photos. I have to work out the new camera and all. ๐Ÿ™‚

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My favorite of the day.

Despite the lack of blue sky, that’s my favorite picture of the day. The sad thing is that I was so focused on the crumbling facade of the building that was exposing the old timberwork, that I didn’t even notice how dramatic the sky was! Thanks, camera.

Although it was a short day, it was another successful Sunday in the Frรคnkische Schweiz. When we got home, we got on Skype with my parents to wish my mom a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ as well as trying to figure out some more details of their upcoming visit. Not a bad Sunday.

How was your weekend?

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4 thoughts on “Mother’s Day in the Franconian Switzerland

    • Animals make everything better. Except when Marry is trying to climb the interior of our coat closet at 2am… then, not so much. And yes, the kitty was very sweet, and seemed ridiculously excited to see us. ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. Helpful using-your-new-camera-with-your-blog tip: Your original images are huge- I looked at two of them and they were upwards of 7-8 Mb each. If you continue to upload full sized images, you’ll use up your WordPress disk allotment *very* quickly. You should resize before posting… I resize my images down to files that are typically about 250-300 bytes, well under a single Mb, without losing much of the hugeness of the photo.

    Unrelated question: what’s the difference between walking and hiking?

    • Thanks for the tip! That falls into the category of “things I think about not even a little bit.” Until I look at my post in the mobile viewer and realize I can see 1/8 of a cloud. Clearly it’s amateur hour over here. I’ll have to dip around in Picasa and figure out how to do that.

      As for the difference between walking and hiking, walking is perhaps not the best word. Strolling or possibly ambling are more applicable when we’re out with BV’s mom, as she doesn’t move too quickly. Hiking is usually with more effort, blood pumping and upward motion. Also fancy shoes and occasionally sticks. ๐Ÿ™‚

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