Titisee, Dittishausen, Wutach Gorge

Yesterday we lazed around a lot. I enjoyed the terrace and read a bit. In the afternoon, we walked to the nearby bathing pond. The weather was warm and we hoped to find a cozy spot for our blanket and maybe even a place to swim.
Unfortunately, the lake was not intended for swimming :-( but reserved for a model boat club. So we took a detour past the ice cream parlor and back to the nest... it's quite hilly here.
At 5 p.m. we arrived in St. Peter, the great Baroque church in the village, and listened to an organ concert.

The organist is a professor in Vienna and played exceptionally well. He stood directly in front of the altar area and played the last two pieces from a console.

It was not only a treat for the ears but also for the eyes!

Today we started our journey into my childhood at an ideal 26 degrees. Across the Titisee lake

to Dittishausen, where I spent several wonderful family summer holidays about 50 years ago (it's just UNBELIEVABLE).

After a search for our old holiday home Schütz

with a view of the Dittishausen outdoor pool, we tried out the outdoor pool.

The owner said that the outdoor pool was opened 55 years ago. She still knew the Schütz house... the Schütz family, the previous owners, have long since passed away and the house is now privately owned. But our second holiday home 'Forelle' still exists.
We made ourselves comfortable in 'my' old outdoor pool from my childhood. And, under instruction, I even dared to do a somersault again. I remember hikes that took us through herds of cows. That scared me as a child. And picking blueberries and the first real anthill. And going to the farmer's to fetch milk in the evening, where I once was followed by a St. Bernard on the way back - me, maybe 7 years old, just left the milk can in the middle of the road and walked home without milk. Well, just all those memories - simply wonderful!

Afterwards, we continued to Löffingen and then to the Wutach Gorge.

Of course, we didn't have hiking shoes with us, so a light version was in order, but we managed to go from the Schattenmühle to the Dietfort Bridge, then up over the bridge, and after a magic spell from Gerhard, a wonderful resting place with fresh drinking water appeared.

We returned via a wonderful mountain road and almost directly to our favorite restaurant, where we had the same meal as 2 days ago, just the other way around... So Gerhard had mine and I had his.
And now we're going to bed completely exhausted.

Bye, my dears, see you soon!