Strolling the Veluwe forests
#treinstation #railroadstation #fietsen #geluidswal #spoorlijn #wildedieren First turn right following the asphalt road and on your right was the old villa, which in the least resembled the previously seen villa not far from the hiking bridge. As a place to stay, the villa should have been called “cozy and cozy” when it comes in. Those three words became even clearer when we walked through the semi-dark living rooms to the covered porch with two round tables separated by slanted chairs along it. The two menus were on their front upwards in the middle of both tables. The toilet visit went fast and I ordered when I returned to the tables a chocolate with apple pastry, a often taken combination during winter walks, although the cola was a second option as a drink just for the so-called thirst that was actually not there. Back in the open air at the front of the villa, the thick lace of my left shoe was thoroughly retied by the ten years older woman of a few hours ago. Of course, she was also a walker and clearly joined the group whose foreman took the initiative. Unfortunately, the bow could not be laid at once, which perhaps meant that she had never been to the Boy Scouts, but the second attempt went well anyway. Obviously it wasn't a whiner, because she shrugged her shoulders and I decided not to grumble back because you didn't get along with that at the moment.
After the trick, I joined the rest of the group, where our foreman took the floor: “We will continue towards the railway line again and hope to reach the station in two hours, if you can all walk a little.” We all looked pleased at the sandy gravel road that turned into a tarmac bike path, which looked grey with a pole on the right with a white bike on the above sign. So there was also other traffic to be expected. The foreman continued: “So first turn left and at the bike path turn right follow the cycle path and then continue straight ahead.” I thought of the word of the day and understood from his walking advice that he was planning something different this time. Strangely enough, the railroad came earlier than expected, with maybe only six kilometers away from the railway crossing that we first crossed, which had remained in my memory. Now there was also a railway crossing in sight only smaller and more for hikers and mountain bikers who pounded directly from the dark forest across the railway line with their caterpillar wheels. Unfortunately I didn't see any mountain bikes here so my suspicion was a bit too optimistic and I quickly ended up behind the group, which had already walked half along the railway line.
Besides a parking port along the highway, Buunderkamp is also a forest area near Ede.
In the night it is teeming with wild animals such as owls and nocturnal birds, but during the day with people moving along the paths. Besides mountain bikers, joggers and hikers, there are also foresters that you rarely see. It turns out that they're not just doing work in their office when one shows up just past a thick tree and with lots of green clothes and black boots as you see in the army. This man came from the second right tree and seemed to want to say something, because he walked towards our foreman. This one looked up a little strange and gave no sign to want to stop. The man suddenly stood up and suddenly said nothing and went in the opposite direction as our group. I looked after him a little strange and knew he'd know his way as a ranger. I also had to travel quite a few kilometers along the main path that immediately went along the highway, and then along the railway line with a noise barrier of leaves. The ranger might have been on recon and was a quiet guy, who didn't say much at work except to his family. This thought came up when I wanted to come up with a reason why he ran away.
I could not go to him anymore, because the group would have to wait too long for me and the train passengers could not travel back in time. So I quickly erased this thought and found out about the last walker of the group after five steps.
