Campsites,Germany #10of14

The campsite in Koblenz is just across the Mosel from the Deutsches Eck, below the Ehrenbreitstein Citadel, an excellent location from which to watch the movement of the river boats and barges that travel on the Rhein and Mosel Rivers. That was the last night for the Koblenz campsite to be open that year, and it was our last night in a campsite that trip. Emmy fed the dozens of ducks the last of our stale bread.

During two of our visits to Nürnberg we spent the evening in Oberasbach, a western suburb of Nürnberg, to visit with a family who had been friends of Emmy’s sister. One year, when it was time to leave, Axel telephoned the campsite in Erlangen to get instructions on how to find it. When we got off the Autobahn in Erlangen, it took a most unusual number of twists and turns and camping-signs, to find it in the darkness. But there was a campsite, and we got in OK. The next morning we stopped along the road, next to a stream, for our breakfast.

In Münster we stopped to visit Tonia T. Her husband had been a Colonel in the German Army during WW II, and worked with me on a computerized war game in the early 1960’s. After Helmut died, Tonia returned to Germany. Cousin Toni was with us, so we found a nice hotel for her in a little town just east of Münster. We stayed in the camper in the local campsite, where we had spent the night, a few years earlier.

We followed a sign forever on a curvy narrow road to an apparently closed campsite in Obrigheim, right on the Neckar River. The lady let us park just outside the gate, and plug into the electricity. She said if we wanted to leave before 9:00 AM, a man who lives there would unplug us. The man who was supposed to unplug us when we wanted him to, woke us up and unplugged us when he wanted to. Since we left before 9:00 AM, we left money at the campsite office door step.

We camped near the town of Lindau, in a campsite with many apple trees. We saw some apples fall from the trees, so made sure we didn’t park under one, just in case an apple would fall on the roof and wake us. Once we were in Lindau, located on an island in the Bodensee, on a Monday when most of the stores were closed, and another time when the town was crowded to overflowing with tourists. In the latter case, be prepared to park on the mainland and walk to the island.