The snowpack on the Rocky Mountains is sparse.
If it weren’t for the clouds, I might have seen Dundee, Scotland. The map on the plane said Dundee was below us at that point.
The mainland. I believe we were starting to fly over the Netherlands.
Restaurant at the castle in Landstuhl
The neighbor’s chickens
Atlas
A tat of a cat named Atlas
Pink was the theme at the Gimmeldingen Mandelblütenfest
Despite Freyja blocking the way, we rode the train to the Gimmeldingen Mandelblütenfest (Almond Blossom Festival).
Atlas thought it looked like fun
On second thought…
Graffiti along the way
Vineyards, almond trees and towns around Gimmeldingen
There were a lot of people, kids, and dogs celebrating the Almond Blossoms.
Roasting salmon on planks
There were all kinds of food and drink available as we strolled along the roads
Mandelblütenfest Chicken
This is an interesting building. It seems like a place for pilgrims to stay.
Castle at Frankenstein through the train car window.
Wheelchair or Rolser access?
Tristan Pointed out this really cute chapel…
…looking over Landstuhl from the Schlossruine Nanstein Castle
Landstuhl
Atlas thinks the chapel is cool, also!
Knight in the pavers
Fountain with a Camino de Santiago symbol
The oldest houses in Landstuhl are from around the 16th century.
Atlas wants to hire the maid on the van.
On to Ehemalige Festung Homburg
Homburg
With castle ruins comes more tunnels and stairs
A scratching of the 250-million-year-old ichthyosaur remains they found in the limestone in 1968.
The sign says it’s dangerous. I had to check it out. When I stepped on the floor and started to sink in the much, I decide the sign was not kidding.
Another danger sign
Where I would have come out if I have ventured past the muck
Atlas eared me that I was a wimp for not going through the dangerous tunnel.
I came across a wheelbarrow on a landing looking for the restroom at an Asian restaurant. I got confused. It could have been from jet lag, the Dragon Fruit drink, or the pole dancing. It’s hard to say.
Atlas giving me an ear up for getting lost trying to find the restroom at an Asian restaurant.
Eye’s are on you
We went to Trier, Germany, in the rain today. Trier was one of five official Roman residences in the 3rd and 4th centurys, and it was the home of Karl Marx.
Reminded me of Inchy in his younger days.
Das Foot
Karl Marx traffic lights
Roman ruins
Holding up the arch
Tunnels under the baths were used for maintaining the hot water for the baths.
We staoped by the Karl Marx Museum
Hour glasses showing how much time Marx spent in different cities. He lived longest in London and then Trier.
One of the better grafitti I saw
I made it to Germany
Iris blooming
A 16th Century Mill
They sell many types of flour and cereals
A touch of the new
The woods
Clouds relfecting in the twilight
Geese @ twilight
Dawn
I’m flying to Germany tomorrow. Spunk helped me pack.
Spunk posing for Laurie
“What do you mean I can’t go?”
Sunset
Beaver
A beaver swam in the shallows, while cranes were taking a break on their way north.
Beaver stopped in front of us to get a snack. He paid no attention to us.
Dusk
6:00 am is twilight again
The new dawn
Spunk lost his tail for a few days. I finally found it. It had fallen under the steps into the library. He took it to bed for a nap not long after I put it back into his toy box.
A cat 7 was on the bed when Jake and I got back from our morning walk
Spunk protecting my phone
Interesting result
Jake tried to get me up at our normal walk time, which with the time change was 5:00 a.m. I told him to go back to bed. He had to wait until the afternoon to go on a walk because I had a lot to do in the morning and early afternoon. The afternoon was beautiful. We got in a three-mile walk. Surprisingly, we only saw a couple walking their dog and two cyclists for being such a beautiful afternoon.
Silver, Glenda and Sasha stayed in bed longer than Spunk, Marble and I did. Spunk and Marble would have stayed in bed if I hadn’t gotten up.
I saw this Shelby Cobra on the way home from the store this morning. I can’t tell if it’s authentic, but it’s a great-looking car.
Spunk thinking about life, the universe, and everything after we got out of bed this morning.
Jake was seeing if the perpetual sneaker on the coyote that only coyotes, Jake, and I seem to walk on, would fit his right paw. He discovered that he got it on the wrong foot.
Almost got goosed by a couple of geese doing a close fly-by!
“What’s the password, Paparazzo? Sorry! ‘What? I don’t need no stinking password!’ is not the password. Ya wanna try again?”
Spunk
With the change to daylight saving time imminent, here’s my annual DST protest song.
Another Time Change
By Timothy Price
[Verse 1]
Time’s a changing, once again
Daylight saved is an hour lost
Wake in darkness, feels like night
Here we are way past our bedtime
[Chorus]
Another year, another change
It’s Deja vu all over again
Awake at night, nodding off all day
There has to be a better way
[Bridge]
Our morning walk was getting light
Now we’re plunged back into night
Sun sets later, I won’t complain
I should be in bed it’s late again
[Chorus]
Another year, another change
It’s Deja vu all over again
Awake at night, nodding off all day
There has to be a better way
[Outro]
Time’s a changing, once again
Daylight saved is an hour lost
Wake in darkness, feels like night
Here we are way past our bedtime
At least we are getting some blooming blossoms!
A tiny bit of color at dawn
Beaver swimming and slapping
Osric Owl was giving a hoot
Showing his cute bowtie while hooting
Sunrise
Gwendolyn
Silver
Sunset
The stragglers
Off Center & Not Even 