Je monte et pense à mon chéri.

Car j'étends nu dans le bigorneau, j'étire mes bras et fais un ange de pelouse. Tous les nuages cumulous blancs gonflés forment la forme de mon visage du chéri. Comme il gentil est d'elle pour me rendre visite ici dans les collines de la Bavière.

The typical Bavarian building technique is called "Fachwerk", which means literally "subject tradework". Ian says that that it means "half-timber construction". But I won't quote him on that.

I've seen a few of these old houses gutted out, where all that is left is the wood framing. I'd like to believe they were being reconditioned. It is a beautiful way to build a house, most likely not up to earthquake code, but authentic looking and makes for good atmosphere.

I'm not sure what the orange plant is, but it made for good foreground. If anyone has a botanical name, please send me an email.


Clever Hans takes a picture of himself wearing a yellow wind jacket next to a field of yellow crop. Isn't he witty? The bees thought I was witty too, when they confused me for a flower and started to try pollinating me.

I saw hanggliders and parasailors from afar, and wondered how they managed to get up in the air. I was biking along a ridgetop, so they couldn't have launched from higher ground. So I rode around until I found their launch pad.

They have a control seat winch station, which feeds out about a mile of rope, dragged via motorcycle along flat farmland. The pilot locks in and radios the controller. The winch pulls, the pilot runs, and his sail hoists him in the air. Very cool. I took video of this guy taking off. He almost wipes out, and I heard him yell "Schtopp! Schtopp!" right before his sail takes him airborne.