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Restarting into running is always a kick in the ass. It’s not even the stamina that is the problem. It’s the joints. Kne...
07/06/2026

Restarting into running is always a kick in the ass. It’s not even the stamina that is the problem. It’s the joints. Knees, ankles, back … I feel it. So here I am again - starting all over with humble distance and speed. 😅

Straight from the gravel bike into the boat, so to speak—my butt is grateful not to be sitting on a saddle today, but on...
02/06/2026

Straight from the gravel bike into the boat, so to speak—my butt is grateful not to be sitting on a saddle today, but on a well-padded packraft seat. With temperatures at 28 degrees and not a cloud in the sky, we set off from the tranquil town of Pritzerbe and paddle northward on the Havel.

Although the route isn’t really far from the capital, it’s wonderfully quiet on the water. A few motorboats and only very occasional kayaks are out and about. Probably due to the barely existent infrastructure. In the Spreewald, on the other hand, all hell must be breaking loose today.

We get turned away at the only restaurant along our route: “Well, if you didn’t make a reservation…” Spontaneity isn’t exactly a priority here. So we continue on without stopping. But that makes the ice cream we brought along taste all the better. ;)

We end the day at the campsite in Mögelin, quickly pack up the boats, and trudge to the train station. A successful outing, though unfortunately with a bit of a red souvenir (sunburn). Instead of SPF 30 sunscreen, SPF 50 would probably have been more appropriate. 😬

Shortly after 10, I leave my cozy campsite on the Stahlberg. And I get to coast right down the sandy hill. Brandenburg, ...
31/05/2026

Shortly after 10, I leave my cozy campsite on the Stahlberg. And I get to coast right down the sandy hill. Brandenburg, your sandy deserts! After that, though, the ride continues smoothly along the Oder-Spree Canal. A fantastic stretch. And although the water is never far away after the Wernsdorf Lock, it mostly stays out of sight from then on.

My tour takes me through Königs Wusterhausen, to BER Airport with a view of the planes taking off, and finally home via the well-traveled Wall Trail. Luckily, I find a gas station along the way where I immediately down two cold drinks—it’s hot! Summer is here. ☀️

It’s about 20 kilometers from Berlin-Weißensee to Lichterfelde. But you can also stretch it out to 120 kilometers.😊 With...
30/05/2026

It’s about 20 kilometers from Berlin-Weißensee to Lichterfelde. But you can also stretch it out to 120 kilometers.😊 With this early summer weather, who wants to trudge through the city when you can ride across fields, through forests, and along lakes and rivers instead?

And so I head northeast out of the capital, even though I actually need to go southwest. At first, my route mostly follows bike paths and quiet country roads. Then it gets woodier, trailier, and more rural. So rural, in fact, that it takes quite a while before I can hold my first cold drink in my hand—and of all places, at a professional fishing spot. Well, ideally, I’ll have a smoked fish sandwich to go with it. 🐟

Near Rüdersdorf, there’s an impressive view of the still-active limestone mine. At Störitzsee, there’s a festive atmosphere. It feels like everyone has come to the water today to splash around. One more reason to avoid all campsites and lakes this long weekend.

Just before I reach my destination, I treat myself to a delicious slice of cake at the Galerie-Café in the tranquil village of Hartmannsdorf—and another shandy. Cyclists can also fill up their water bottles here. A highly recommended spot!🍺

The evening sun accompanies me for a stretch along the Oder-Spree Canal, then I turn back into the forest. The terrain gets steep and sandy—enough that I have to push the bike for the last few meters. On the Stahlberg, there’s no view waiting for me, but there is a surprising campsite. Someone must have been secretly practicing for 7 vs Wild here. 😄

After pondering for a moment how old the camp might be, I decide to stay there. After all, the space is tailor-made for my tiny tent. And the rest of the “infrastructure” isn’t so bad either. 😉

From our previous hikes in the Grand Canyon, we’ve learned that it’s a shame to leave the Colorado River the very next d...
25/04/2026

From our previous hikes in the Grand Canyon, we’ve learned that it’s a shame to leave the Colorado River the very next day. So today we’re spending the whole day around South Camp, where we spread out our sleeping bags on the sand yesterday. There’s so much to discover! From the camp, we can already see two highlights: Stanton’s Cave and Vasey’s Paradise.

After breakfast, we simply climb up the rock face behind our camp and follow a clearly visible path to the gigantic cave. Robert Brewster Stanton used the cave as a campsite in 1889 while surveying the Colorado Corridor for a potential railroad route. In addition, many “split-twig figurines” were found in the cave—small animal figures made from split twigs that are several thousand years old. Even a giant—now extinct—condor once lived here.

From here, I once again take the path of least resistance down to the banks of the Colorado. The next destination is Vasey’s Paradise, a spring that bubbles directly out of the red rock face. Ferns, mosses, and bushes thrive here magnificently. And a Grand Canyon rattlesnake even makes an appearance! The first one I’ve ever seen in the Canyon.

We explore a bit further along the Colorado Riverbank, watch rafting boats pass by, wave, and enjoy watching them navigate the rapids. They’re also the reason we find two full (lost) beer cans right on the bank. One with an expiration date of March 2026, the other of September 2026. Trail magic comes in many forms.

I’ve been to the breathtaking Grand Canyon several times, and each visit I try to hike a new, more difficult route. This...
25/04/2026

I’ve been to the breathtaking Grand Canyon several times, and each visit I try to hike a new, more difficult route. This time I chose the remote South Canyon Trail, far from the usual tourist crowds. On some maps it’s marked only as a “route”—there is no paved path. The National Park Service describes it as “hopping from boulder to boulder, bushwhacking, and basically following the path of least resistance.”

Together with “Magic Trick” and “Moniker,” whom we met last year on the Colorado Trail, we set off around 8:30 a.m. First, we pass through the “Chute,” a narrow rock shaft, partly open on one side, that drops steeply for hundreds of meters. The rocky, exposed terrain makes me uneasy, and my fully packed backpack with four liters of water pulls hard toward gravity.

The steep descent continues over loose scree and tight switchbacks that barely match the map. At a dry waterfall, we stop, speechless. Only after a few minutes do we spot a possible way down. Trekking poles are useless; we need all four limbs to scramble through the terrain.

After more than an hour for the first .6. miles (1 km), we reach the dry riverbed of South Canyon. From there we move over and around stones, boulders, and enormous rocks. We make better time, but choosing the best line still demands constant focus. We allow ourselves only two breaks. It’s getting warmer, and all we want is a cold dip in the Colorado River.

Just before reaching it, cairns lead sharply upward again. The riverbed ahead is passable only with climbing gear, so we follow a narrow path that climbs higher and higher. The Colorado feels close enough to touch, yet bend after bend reveals more steep terrain and climbing sections. A bighorn sheep approaches and crosses it all with effortless skill.

At 3:30 p.m., we finally reach the ice-cold turquoise waters of the Colorado. We’ve truly earned our swim. That night, we camp on the beach in deep sand—with the stars as our tent. 🌌

Yesterday morning, waking up after a windy evening to a calm sunrise. Heading out towards Kanab with a short stop along ...
24/04/2026

Yesterday morning, waking up after a windy evening to a calm sunrise. Heading out towards Kanab with a short stop along the always amazing Arizona Trail to leave some trail magic. And getting delicious cookies at Jacob Lake. 🍪 Of course. 😇 Now into civilization to heal some of the wounds. Hands, legs and butt got pretty much destroyed on the South Canyon Trail in the Grand Canyon. 😅

In preparation for the Hayduke Trail next year, I had planned a hike that was supposed to give us a taste of cross-count...
19/04/2026

In preparation for the Hayduke Trail next year, I had planned a hike that was supposed to give us a taste of cross-country hiking. And boy, did we get it. 😄

After parking the car somewhere in the middle of nowhere, we head straight into the wilderness without a trail. We climb one hill after another and, after a surprisingly long time, reach Egg Canyon, where we can follow the dry riverbed for a few kilometers. It’s also surprising that we’ve already gained more elevation than the round trip should have been according to komoot. It’s not until two hours later that I realize I’d planned the trip a while back to go only one way, not back. 😬

Instead of about 8 kilometers of rough terrain through the pathless landscape, we’re actually facing a more realistic distance of 20 kilometers. Luckily, I’d spontaneously packed an extra bottle of water. We turn into The Gulch, which is still quite passable. From Indian Hollow Canyon, where Lamanite Arch stands, things get rough! We try to make our way a few hundred meters above the stream and thicket through the rocky, sandy landscape. After 9 kilometers, the massive stone arch finally comes into view! We push on another 800 meters to a beautiful viewpoint and take a break.

After a quick snack of pretzels and dried sausages, we start our way back. This time, however, we consistently follow a few cow trails, some of which are more clearly visible, others less so. Thanks to this cow-led navigation, we’re moving much faster than on the way there and are happy to soon arrive back in the riverbed of Egg Canyon. There, in fact, are tons of fragments of partially massive fossilized trees lying around. Black with colorful hues and crystals—conifer species 200 to 250 million years old.

Since we’re already hiking cross-country anyway, we decide to take a different route at the end—and by a huge coincidence, it leads us right to the spot where whole trees still lie in one piece. A unique sight! And far away from national parks and other people. In the end, we even find an old gravel road that we can follow all the way to the parking lot. We should have done that right at the start. 😆

In the end, we clocked 20 kilometers with 780 meters of elevation gain—instead of 8 kilometers with 220 meters of elevation gain... what doesn’t kill you ...

The frosty morning in the Manti-La Sal National Forest begins with a hot cup of white chocolate macadamia coffee in the ...
12/04/2026

The frosty morning in the Manti-La Sal National Forest begins with a hot cup of white chocolate macadamia coffee in the tent. ☕️ The sun only makes a brief appearance—making it hard to leave the cozy sleeping bag. But just before 9 a.m., we finally set off.

Before heading into the breathtaking San Rafael Swell, we make a detour to a mine. We don’t know what awaits us there. It’s the Crandall Canyon Mine, whose tragic history we’ll only be able to research later. Coal was mined underground here between 1939 and 2007. In 2007, the mine collapsed, trapping six miners. They were never recovered. During rescue attempts, three men also lost their lives when the mine collapsed a second time.

In the small town of Huntington, we stop briefly for gas and some groceries. The cashier is visibly surprised to see tourists and warns us about flash floods today.

Our first stop in the San Rafael Swell is Wedge Overlook, a fantastic view of the Little Grand Canyon. Thunderstorms have gathered around us in the meantime. Luckily, we only get a few drops here and there—the world is coming to an end a few miles further on.

Another detour takes us to the San Rafael River, which we originally planned to paddle down in our packrafts. But it’s so shallow that we’d mostly run aground or have to walk. Sometimes plans just don’t work out.

The last time I stood on cross-country skis was when I was a small child. So you could definitely call me a complete beg...
07/01/2026

The last time I stood on cross-country skis was when I was a small child. So you could definitely call me a complete beginner. Fortunately, Renée is feeling better today, so she can try out her skills as a cross-country skiing instructor on me right away.

My biggest challenges: not just swinging the poles around like when hiking and crab walking up the climbs. The latter in particular is exhausting, and I still have room for improvement when it comes to braking on the trail. That’s when I take my first proper tumble on my stomach. 😅

After four kilometers, the training session is over—soon it will be time for the really long tour. It will be challenging, but anyone who knows me knows that I like to take on challenges. 😉

The last two hugs with the ground took place away from the skis... once on my butt, once painfully on my elbow. That’s what happens when you forget about the ice under the snow cover. 😅

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