The goal of all this hiking was the Schnateremannstein. ("shivering-man-stone"). It's a wickedly concealed rock point out in the Warnow. Legend has it that it got its name when only one man from a ship it doomed was rescued, and he could do nothing but shiver. Today it's a pleasant little nook, much too small to be called a town, with an inn and a few businesses.
Such as a horse riding business.
The point out in the water to the right of the ferry is the Schnatermannstein.
Heading back through the woods, I saw more (moor?) froggy friends.
They were more shy, or more sensible.
I also met someone else. He's hiding in this picture...
But he let me get a close up. Oona, if you're reading this, note that he is not a snake, he's a little lizard. He had an unusually wavy body for a lizard though.
This is a statue of Lord Borwin, a nobleman from the 13th century who has many things named for him around here. The statue was carved out of a mighty oak that was once the pride of the forest, until a hurricane brought it down in 2010.
Heading back into town was almost unbearably cute.
But you know, somehow I think I can stand it.
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