The Low Point

After enjoying Strasbourg for most of the day we got back on our bikes pretty late. It was about 5 pm. We wanted to visit Germany since we were so close. So we mapped out a course through some small German villages and would plan on arriving back on the French side where we knew there was a Campground at a town called Rhinau. Germany was fun because we realized very quickly that we didn't know a single word of German. Asking people for directions became interesting. But we got along. I noticed that a lot of the houses in Germany have a standard size and shape. The brown Stick work on white is also a very popular color scheme. Another difference was that all the highways seemed to have bike paths next to them.

It was getting later and later and I was getting tired and grouchy. Poor Chrissy was trying to keep my spirits up. I wasn't doing all that well. I was tired and cold and ready to be in the tent. That's when we thought we were at the low point. I could see a light ahead and knew we were close to the Rhine river and that just on the other side we would find our camp. Unaware, we soon realized that there was no bridge, but only a ferry that doesn't run at 12 midnight. After the conference at the mound, we decided the only thing to do would be to backtrack a solid 30 km to take the other crossing. It was 2 am when we found our campground. It was 1 am when a cold, windy rain started. We had to take a picture.