While we’ve undoubtedly both been off for Ascension Day (
Christi Himmelfahrt, forty days after Easter) and knew about the conflation and coopting of the public holiday as Vatertag, Herrentag or Mรคnnertag to disassociate it from religious overtones especially in atheist East Germany with a emphasis on partying and taking a nice long hike with a wagon-load of beer (without the family members in tow), we had never really witnessed the celebrations en mass.
We wanted to go wandering along a narrow footpath above the shoreline to the next village of Linkenmรผhle, hosting a guesthouse and the only ferry in the state of Thuringia, which we made but the going was a bit uncomfortable with the added traffic of the holiday and inebriated men pulling carts. The gastronomy was very crowded but we enjoyed ourselves and decided to take the highroad back via a logging path over the mountain.
It was a steep climb and with a field blackberry (Brombeer) brambles
that we needed to carry the dogs over due to the thorns of but worth it
for the views and very much to ourselves. We came to an establishment
called Ziegenhof—a working goat farm—with caprine-based refreshments,
including goat-milk ice cream and a variety of cheeses—on the way back
down to the campsite.
Through the night, several party barges were
launched—we could hear the music as they passed, familiar Schlager song
mostly but a few new to me, like this rendition
Wir haben Grund zum Feiern (We have a Reason to Party to the tune of “We Didn’t Start the Fire”—
see also) from the dock for a tour of the reservoir.
synchronoptica
one year ago: laundry lessons from Japan (with synchronoptica), assorted links worth the revisit plus a post-war postscript from Thomas Mann
seven years ago: Native Americans granted citizenship
ten years ago: the founding of Leipzig, more links to enjoy plus acceptable facial hair for Norwegian sailors
twelve years ago: furloughing federal workers
thirteen years ago: Germans and joy plus counterfeit wine