Day 4 From the pond to the Zschirnstein bivouac

At 3 o'clock in the morning, Tori barks and I hear grunting from several mouths, right next to my tent.

Wild boars, I stay quiet and Tori barks and barks. Eventually, she stopped barking and the wild boars were gone.

3 hours later, the same spectacle again. I lay awake for another 30 minutes and then got up.

Packed everything up and continued my way towards Schöna to the start of the Forststeig.

In Schöna, according to Google, there should be a bank. I can probably exchange my €200 note there. I asked 2 locals and they told me that the savings bank parks their car here every Monday from 11-12, so that the residents can do their banking.

I got a tip for breakfast and went to a store that apparently hasn't changed since before the reunification.
The coffee and rolls were delicious and cheap, and I continued on my way.

Since I am now leaving the Malerweg and going onto the Forststeig, I wanted to take a shortcut.

According to my GPS, I am already on the Forststeig, but there are no signs here, I'm standing in the middle of a cleared field with mud and dirt, and to top it off, it's raining.

Took out the beast, put on my rain suit, and strapped the beast back on, and put on my rain cape.

Now I continue with GPS navigation right through the thicket and I see a yellow arrow, and I hear chainsaws.

I am now on the Forststeig and the path is closed due to forestry work. There is a detour. It goes steeply uphill through the mud and over slippery roots.
Good thing I have poles with me, otherwise I would have fallen backwards 3 times already.

After the slalom course through the forest and the constant rain, I finally arrived at the Zschirnstein bivouac around 4 o'clock.

As soon as I freed Tori from her saddlebags, she spotted a skinny cat, which she immediately chased, but without success.

Actually, I should have climbed the big Zschirnstein beforehand, but I'm saving that for tomorrow. And then with the small backpack, since I will pass by the bivouac on the way back.

Now I'm hungry and I also have a stove with me. Carsten, you're the hero, a stove with wood. It has been raining here for several weeks and everything is wet.

Under the bivouac hut, I saw some pieces of wood and was able to bring my stove to life with them.

The function is great and it boils the water fairly quickly.
Although they were cheap noodles, they tasted delicious.

4 young men came by who were at the top of the Zschirnstein. One hour up, one hour down, and 1 hour looking around at the top.
Good thing I saved that for tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, the sun came out and I hung up my entire tent to dry.

Then 2 young girls came by the path, who also got lost like me and who also weren't on top of the mountain.

When they saw that I had already settled in the hut, they set up their tent.

Then I fell dead tired back into bed at 8 o'clock.

The realization of the day:
Never go hiking without poles.