Wheels und shprockets

It was inevitable that at some point I'd end up exploring Wiesbaden by bike.

In no visit to any place feels complete for me if I don't get in at least one good bike ride and cook one good meal. (Now I've done one of each!)

With Charlotte adequately worn out from her morning run with Christin, I decided that I needed to see the Rhine River. Otherwise, what's the point of being in the Rhine Valley, right?

Armed with a a printed out not-very-detailed map, I headed south.

On the plus side, Germany is extremely bicycle friendly. There are designated bike lanes on most major streets, and sometimes even sections of the sidewalk set aside for bike traffic.

On the minus side, the directions I'd printed out include close to 20 turns, and pretty soon every street name starts looking the same.

Somehow, though, following the terrain (I figured as long as I was headed downhill, I was headed down into the river valley) I found Am Schlosspark in Biebrich and just followed it south to the river.

I could have spent hours cruising along the river, but I figured getting lost coming home was pretty likely -- and I didn't disappoint myself. Somehow, following signs, I ended up in the city dump, dodging really big, ugly, smelly trucks. So I returned to Briebich and retraced my steps back to the Wiesbaden.

I got home just as a light rain started falling. Just enough to cool me off and not enough to be a nuisance.

Charlotte was waiting at the door for me when I got home. We split a little salami and some fresh bread and then went out for a cool afternoon walk in the drizzle.