This place is like a rock oasis, a harbor in the middle of the town, a shelter above the rest of the city.
It’s just a short climb to the top, but all the noise of the world disappears within a second. Maybe it’s the trees that mute the world, maybe it’s somekind of invisible barrier.
The roadbike, just another visitor, needs to be pushed over all the rocks, stones and gravel. But that’s okay. This place is not a roadbike track. Rumours say, it’s a nature reserve. Some kind of strange and rare birds like to nest and hide somewhere inside of this rock desert.
And sometimes, I’d like to do the same… – dennis the cyclist