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The conversation about Annemarie's custom bike was no longer a matter of discussion and I did not. As a group we walked side by side talking on the bike path to turn left a few hundred meters further. We entered the wilderness with half-stretched branches and paths where the rainfall pools in the middle were deep. The branches blocked the road, but not if you walked low enough on your knees and your predecessor followed his movements. Of course, the latter gave guessing because another could find another way to get to the right of the rain puddles and you left. Wolf wanted us to experience this extra intensive exploration course, which according to him would take about half an hour until an asphalt road. Branches and rain puddles were the obstacles to bridge there where no one found it easy. A fact that would keep up with me when we were at lunch after the low hanging sign with black text had shown us the way. Earlier I had seen on a white-red mushroom that Wolf had chosen the road to Putten, while Koudhoorn had clearly been in the sent mail. That presented me with a riddle about which I spoke to Annemarie. “Well, maybe he is a lost man and that is his way of finding the way” was her answer. I wasn't quite sure yet and looked around me carefully which direction we were headed. The avenue to Putten, was straight with long trees lined up in straight lines on both sides.

A perfect moment to let Wolf find out if this was the right way. My suspicion that we were lost turned out to be unfounded because left in the distance was behind a bush the low angled sign to see. And that meant a stopover. After lunch I heard no further reaction or negative answer that we had chosen the wrong direction, so our Wolf obviously had it all done. After we passed a horse with a wagon and a horse with a roller carriage, I noticed something. In the distance on a tree I saw the letter T in orange, which reminded me of an orange sign mentioned with Veluws area, which we had encountered in front of the horse with a roller carriage. The 'T' of “Tom” or “Sign” was certainly not the correct name. It was on the tree on which it was limed with aerosol can. I've never been so good at abbreviations, especially when it comes to a letter. If I looked closely, this was the only tree in the entire forest that was marked with the letter “T”.

If my fellow walkers were to ask about the strange letter, I wouldn't answer. Answers you don't know, you better not say. It was clear that we walked along the left and with a bend that turned the tree into a giant tree. Without knowing it we then walked on to a bus stop that had a guard house with a bus card of the region Veluwe against the steel glass mounted. Opposite the bus stop there was a second one that looked the same copied. The underlying villa with extension was a hotel and a good closing. The warm fireplace with fireplace was black in color and ran from the ceiling tightly down.

A round of luxurious seats around it gave the whole an impression of a camping pit with warmth from above from the sky. We were looking at it and it looked empty and dark in this restaurant area. Fortunately, the waitress was young and cheerful, so that after the drink we got a plate with gum balls.

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