Getting out of Saverne was easy. Getting to Baccarat, not so much. The trails we were following were pretty easy but of course, at some point, we missed a sign or something and lost our way. At one point we ended up in the hills and found our way back to the canal on the other side. However, what started out as lovely paved trails next to the canal, turned into small dirt ruts. Having done that gig in Serbia, we were not about to have that again. At some point we found a bicycle shop in a small town and the shop owner, ex military, was able to help us find a way to Baccarat. I would like to note that the shop owner was an amazing guy. He pulled out a spare military map that had all the elevations and charted a shorter route to our end city. Unfortunately there was no getting around a few hills, one thigh burning puke worthy one, and we got to see some really great little gems. I'm sure he saved us a lot of extra kilometers. We are very thankful for that man.
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| This part of the route was an old canal route. People still live in the houses along it |
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| our lives packed into 5 small bags |
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| Just some cows saying Hi. No big deal |
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| As in Germany, France is littered with memorials and reminders of the wars |
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| sooo ugly. Bah |
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| Home sweet home. We had a 3 person tent for our trip. Still tight with our gear |
As with so many other cities on this trip, we only stayed for a night and didn't really get to explore. Oh well. We were in a hurry to catch the Tour de France!
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