Winter walk along the Meuse
Walking in winter is not the first choice for most people. And yet, clouds, wind and cold make us feel and experience the primal nature. So walk again in December along the river Meuse near the tourist town of Dinant.
Spicy hiking
Our spicy winter walk! Appointment station Dinant, with its elves to Anseremme and routine mountain shoes, backpack with food and climbing rope. We walk along the Meuse and along the famous climbing rocks of Freyr. After half an hour of walking we reach the first rocks and an old quarry, familiar to me, with the dry remains of St. John's wort, wild marjoram and snakewort. Even rarer are the rosettes of the yellow foxglove. So, we are immediately in the right herbal mood!
Along the Meuse
A beautiful piece of nature walking is here: between rock and water, between solid and liquid, between rigid and frolicking. Until that suddenly, rock and water touch each other and we have to go up, first straight up through a dry stream and then along a wide GR-path to the very top. But if you go up one side of the rock and want to get back to the Meuse, you have to go down the other side. Once again, you reach the river and reach our ultimate goal, the canyon of Colébi. A mysterious side valley of the Meuse, where a long time ago the noise seau de Falmagne made its way down, until, a long time ago, this stream near Falmignoul was swallowed by the earth and only came back above ground at the Meuse.
Ravin de Colébi
Unfortunately, this poetic nature site with its mossy boulders, its caves, its fragrant vegetation of Boxwood and eternally hanging tongue ferns was no longer accessible to us, little people. Prohibited access! stood there and we were perplexed. But not for long, for once we have to put aside the prohibitions, as if only to say goodbye to these moss boulders and the fragrant vegetation of Boxus. So we went more mysterious than ever, dancing softly to the place where once the stream waterflowed, and where we now, with great difficulty, crawl up.
Marleen crawling in the cave and slopes
The image of the day for me is, Marleen sitting on a rock like a Madonna with the cave and the whole ravine as a backdrop. Lonely, overtaken, anxious or elevated and one with the landscape?
