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The Rhine Untour, Summer of 2004
by Joseph Kimble, Page 11

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Germania is the classical mythic female figure representing Germany. In her raised, extended right hand is the Imperial Crown. The Imperial Sword is in her left hand. The monument has, for years, reflected national pride and the creation of a single German nation. Today within the context of the European Community, such proud, almost bellicose feelings are somewhat passe. But it is an important relic of an epoch and an era, and, like the dinosaur, part of the past.





I thought the hike north from the monument north through the forest preserve to Assmannshausen would take about thirty minutes. Instead it took closer to an hour of steady walking.





It was a very pleasant walk and the forest trees shaded us from the heat of the midday sun. Every so often the forest would open to beautiful views of the Rhine far below and we "took five" to enjoy the sights. We passed an old castle ruin and a deer park, finally arriving at the Siehlban that would take us down to Assmannshausen.






 
     

We were tired troopers by the time we alighted from the chair lift and with the hot temperatures something cold and wet seemed an ideal solution. We spied a restaurant that had a window opening to the street and went in. We needed a window to spot Marilyn and Geraldine who said they'd meet us at the chair lift here in town. We were seated long enough to order a cold beer and swing open the window when, miracle of miracles, we spotted our two ladies trudging up the street. We called their names and when they recognized who was inside the restaurant they were more than willing to take lunch with us.

After lunch Kim and Pete took the train back to Rudesheim to explore more of the town. The rest of us trudged down to the river, looking for the KD docks as it began to rain. We had to dash across a freeway to get to the docks, but they saw us and held the boat until we could board. Thank goodness!



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