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<\/a>hunting the freshest in meats, cheeses, vegetable, fruits, etc. just magical….\n
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<\/a>As is the city.\n
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<\/a>But we cannot play tourist all day, so we venture out with map in hand. \u00a0Unfortunately, the map didn’t actually get us out of town. \u00a0However, Ingrid did;\n
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<\/a>stopping to help, she lead us until we reached bike signs that connected us with our map.<\/p>\nThe ride today was beautiful, Turns out there was no room in the Inn in the second town, or the next, OR the next. \u00a0Everyone said, just three more kilometers<\/em> is the next town and “they” have rooms. \u00a0Of course, each 3 kilometers required an uphill climb.<\/p>\n By 6:00 pm, when we’d pulled into a pension that again said, ‘no rooms, but if you go just 3 more kilometers<\/em>‘, I was about to pack it in. \u00a0The cloudy skies were starting to spit and there seemed no end in sight to the “3 kilometer saga’. \u00a0But we had to press on, though the last 3K was actually six<\/strong>. \u00a0At the bottom of a hill, in the pouring rain looking for the only hotel in town a gentleman pulled up and offered directions…….”just over the hill is a restaurant that rents rooms”, perfect! \u00a0We struggled up the badly construction torn road and sailed into the parking lot of a good local restaurant that had NO rooms.<\/p>\n Just as the restaurant owner was going to call the next town searching for a room, Jerry gets a phone call at the restaurant<\/em>. \u00a0The man who had told us how to get to this spot, was calling to make sure we had a room. With none available, he offered us a room at his home. \u00a0He would meet us in an hour, after we could get some much needed dinner<\/p>\n
\n<\/a>the sun was warm,
\n<\/a>the breeze was cool
\n<\/a>and the sights amazing.
\n<\/a>Every single color of green lay before us,
\n<\/a>touched by beautiful blue sky
\n<\/a>and white billowy clouds.
\n<\/a>The majestic Alps, (yes, on the horizon)
\n<\/a>kept their presence known each time we reached a peak of a hill. \u00a0Oh yes, the hills……there was climbing,
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\n<\/a>but each time we reached the top we were treated to beautiful views.
\n<\/a>We did have stretches in between that were flat,
\n<\/a>so we were able to recover each time.
\nJust before noon we dropped from the fields into the Allstad (old city) of Mindelheim,
\n<\/a>enjoying the sights and lunch.
\n<\/a>Shortly after 1:00 we noticed our crystal blue skies were gathering clouds.
\n<\/a>The wind joined in shortly with gusts slowing us down, but it was still a glorious day to ride.
\n<\/a>Around 2:00, after a wonderful drop from the hill we’d just climbed we arrived at an intersection that totally befuddled us. \u00a0We ‘thought’ we needed to go in one direction, but the sign distinctly pointed in the opposite direction. \u00a0That is when we met Hans. \u00a0The “sign was definitely wrong”<\/em> and he would lead us in the direction we needed to go. \u00a0Now Hans is in ridiculously great shape; next week heading to the Alps for two weeks of racing, so needless to say we were not exactly matched in riding “styles”. \u00a0But he was gracious enough to take us to a point we could navigate and continued on his<\/em> ride (another 70 miles).
\nWe had planned on staying in Landsberg,
\n<\/a>but we reached the town at 3:00 in the middle of heavy traffic and mobs of people. \u00a0Our idea was to get away from the crowds and stop to formulate a plan. \u00a0But the middle of the city is rough cobblestone streets and the street led straight up hill; a very steep hill. \u00a0By the time we made it to the top gasping for air, we didn’t feel like staying, more like riding. \u00a0We had made a backup plan though, staying on the Amersee, if our initial destination came with ease; so we rode on. \u00a0In hindsight, not a good plan<\/strong><\/em>. We reached the Lake of Ammersee,
\n<\/a>to find no room at the inn(s). \u00a0So this is the only picture we have as we knew<\/em> that we would be touring the area once we checked in at the next town, three kilometers away.<\/p>\n