Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sundays in My City

A little late, but here are some photos we got today on our geocaching adventures in a neighboring dorf (village) called Bergisch Gladbach (and they say that is why we have a GL prefix on our car's license plate--so I guess this can really qualify as "my city").


These rock formations remind me of home. There are signs that explain what era these layers are from.



My man forges ahead following his Garmin. Shortly after this photo, he tripped over a stone and cut his palm very deeply. I don't know why he has the balance of a young colt, but it might be that I always ask him to carry our supplies on his back. I felt bad as he kept sucking the blood from the deep cut on his palm - and I felt quite ill everytime I looked at it.










Look, there is a bit of moss in this country! It reminded me of home. Does anyone else see the horse head and neck in the foreground wood? ears pricked forward to the left? Or do I just see horses everywhere that do not exist.






























































This tree was growing with its roots suspended in space above a cliff. After we took the photo, we saw many others like it.


I wish I could keep telling the story of today, but it is just too much. Maybe next time. For more Sundays in others' cities, click:
Unknown Mami

8 comments:

Nuzzling Muzzles said...

It looks like a very moist location. Did he need stitches or is he using butterfly bandages? I hope it heals up well and quickly.

AareneX said...

Looks like home in the Swamplands to me!

Funder said...

What a beautiful place! I definitely see the horse - it looks almost like a seahorse. A mosshorse, maybe?

Your poor man :(

Sonya said...

I SEE the horse too! lol thats so cool. I hope the cut heals ok! ouch

Leah Fry said...

I did see the horse. What a beautiful place. Are there horse trails?

Hope the hand is okay.

lytha said...

NM, It wasn't so bad that it needed stitches, it just kept bleeding and he made a big deal out of it and normally he's stoic. Even today I found him fussing over it, my poor man!

Aarene, I believe the ratio is reverse in the swamplands with regard to the percentage of trees that are deciduous, and not. We've got the majority being leafy trees, and you have the majority staying green all year, keeping their needles. The lack of undergrowth is what gets me. You can leave the trails here easily, whereas back home you'd be over your head in greenery.

Funder, It does look like a seahorse!

Sonya, you see it too!

Leah, I'm so glad you guys can see it and it's not my over-horsed-imagination. To answer your question, all the trails here are considered horse trails unless otherwise marked. That is such a big difference from where we lived before - horses were only allowed on marked horse trails. Here, we're FREE!! (But still need to have a horsey license on.)

Lost in Translation said...

You ever come across the wild boars?

lytha said...

Lost, I've been looking and looking and hoping to see one, but the only one I've found is the one that died under our fence on our pasture. It was so big I couldn't believe it! I am kind of scared to walk around our property at night. Sometimes I see eyes looking at me.

~lytha