While the runners were like a few kilometers away, we went north to explore this forest that belonged to the ridge with our common sense. That turned out not too difficult because Ferdinand gave the pace and we walked together next to each other so that besides talking you could watch him. If you were two of you, you could hit your neighbor and wife to indicate the correct direction of walking should things go wrong. Although the hilltop apart from the view was also a stop for lunch no one surprised. The strange object was not guessed and remained unclear high in the distance, but went away when you turned your gaze at the village view. Later it was said that Ede had been visible next to the mast, but that was a rumor that no one confirmed, so it was not true.
Where we stood now was a faint hill where there was no view at all through the tall pine trees and behind us the felled specimens that were already well removed by the nature organization. This forest near Amerongen was much like the forest with its green and brown colors, but still contained more light brown sand that was already visible in the distance. I looked behind me again to absorb the emptiness of the felled pine trees for the last time. I didn't like it. We went towards the light brown sand so I could not count down the number of trees, because there were no more. I stepped through and walked next to Ferdinand who looked at the lines of paths and roads on his GPS, which immediately gave an impression of the environment where we were walking. Just before on the faint mountain Ferdinand had taken the floor:
“We now have the most part on it, just over the Elsterberg and then we are close to the tracks that the station is past, I estimate four kilometers to the sports café with its conviviality.” Everyone had agreed, because only Ferdinand had walked this hike before with the same walking shoe he had emphasized. But now he was still looking at the GPS that was firmly in his hand. The wobbling of the walk made the GPS touch occasionally, but it stayed in his hand. Behind us the group two by two continued until we approached the huge sandbox. Hundreds of people had taken their footsteps which was confusing to see, but it immediately gave an impression of how often this forest was walked near Amerongen.
Possibly that there were also dog prints, because those were the most seen animals that could or could not be on the leash. Almost lost but just didn't Ferdinand made an attempt to correct himself where he had gone wrong. The sandbox was passed on the right side, where two minutes ago had been left. Two small hills up and down with possible trees that could grow oranges, although this is not possible in this forest near Amerongen. The straight forest path that came after was mostly dotted with beech notes from the canopy that made the trail dark. The sun was nowhere to be seen as well as the leaves that were missing because it was winter.
After running through mud there was parked half in the middle of the forest path a black Mercedes without an audible engine. It was clear that the driver is probably driving himself. I asked myself at the same time if he/she knew about parking, because there was no other parking option visible either. Just now I passed the right rear light past the metal lacquer which saw very dark blue at close range. The car was not blinded from the windows, through which you could see just the upholstery of the seats. Past the Mercedes, the hiking trail ran 200 meters, when I saw bungalows crammed to the left of me in a street that ran parallel to the hiking trail. Strangely enough, this street had no name, but it had the street name where the trail ended. Only the name of the Green Park was legible that was clearly positioned along the nameless street and you only saw when you entered the entrance. In the distance we saw all the steel of the rails and just before a train that would reach our end station at the appropriate speed.
Not that we would not find it, but assignments such as the descent next to a dike that ran parallel to the railway track and a block to pass by white houses were still to be seen. In the sports café there was a football match to follow, which during our last drink would turn into another football field. Last night's repetition was suddenly no longer important, because the football players had other sponsor shirts on which they also had a suitable colour for each team. Cheasting with eight beers plus a warm chocolate, this was our victory of this Hill Backpack!
