Sommerrohdalbahn!!!

By popular demand, I figure I should contribute a post of my own.
(that's not to say I haven't contribted and edited most of my wifes
posts!)

Today was dedicated to repeating our previous luging experience.
We've been stalking the local luge course for the past three days,
eagerly waiting for a chance to ride once again. Our first attempt
was spoiled by rain, the second by the European stereotype for
'flexable timeframes'. Thankfully, our third and last attempt was
succesful.

The day intentionally started off rather slow. We woke up late, swam
at the pool, spent some time at the nearby plaground (while incurring
some bumps and bruises - previous pics) and ate lunch at our favorite
german cafe - 'Hatie's Schnell'. Lunch consisted of fried chicken,
fries, and glass bottled coke.

After lunch we headed for the luge, which luckily was in the direction
of our rouge wifi hotspot. (You may have noticed a slight delay in
email correspondence over the last few days as wifi as not been
readily availabe in our current accomodations. Its embarissing to
admit that we have spent a few hours driving around german
neighborhoods to discover open wifi connections and now have two
locations which we occasionally visit in order to post blogs and
respond to emails. We found two hotspots so we wouldn't be attracting
to much attention, but S is convinced that the mail man is on to us.
Here's to hoping there's no police report when we turn in our car
tomorrow!)

At the luge we purchased ten rides for the adults and ten rides for
the bigs to share. Carter was free, but it didn't really matter
because after S took him down the hill and crashed into the 'tire
stop' on the initial run we couldn't convince him to go again. The
bigs, S and I alternated runs that zigzaged through the trees and
brush as we flew down the hill. This luge course was not quite as
smooth as our previous experience, but it was just as enjoyable and a
treat after we thought we'd left them behind in the alps. Towards the
end of our riding we began letting the bigs handle the stick as we sat
back and held on for dear life. G was fearless as he'd hold the stick
to the floor. S and I had to battle him to slow the cart around the
corners. I swear I'd never raced down the track as fast as I did with
G at the helm. The icing on the cake was on her last run M was ready
to brave the course on her own (previous pic). She handled the course
fabulous and thanks to the operator we each received an extra ride,
which M used on her own again!

After the luge we made our way back home (complete with a stop by our
handy hotspots) and made dinner for the last time in Germany.

Cheers! (as the Germans would say thinking we were British)