A sillouhette of the mountain nearest Rohrby110 as evening falls.

It's called Untere Neckar, Lower Neckar, and it's slower-moving than the main boat-filled branch. I definitely like biking along the river, it's so peaceful and clean (nothing like the Des Plaines through Sticknety with it's cramped barges).

And it's great for Sunday afternoons - alone time, relaxing and moving and keeping warm, getting out of the Altstadt. Nothing's really open on Sunday; apparently it's a big family day here. I know I complain a lot about the ridiculous hours that things are open here, but it's actually pleasant to have some weekly time for recovery.

Also, a set of amazingly clear muddy footprints along the road just outside Edingen. There was no mud to be found nearby, and the footprints continue a surprisingly long way without fading. Note the separation between the toe and heel sections: these are from men's dress shoes.

A field west of Neuenheimerfeld, in early October.

It was just-raining and windy and reminded me of autumn in Chicago.I was gathering walnuts (half of them turned out to be bad, but the other half were excellent), the leaves were fallen and falling and it smelled just perfectly of October. The Neckar was nearby, and I'd just pedaled past a stretch of forest dotted with tangles of brown-eyed susans so thick the stems were knocking each other over. Their leaves were turning, too, and some of the stalks were drying, but the flowers held their petals to the last.

I know you can't see that, but I had to mark the moment, as one of complete lack of Sehnsucht. I felt at home.