Campsites,Germany #14of14

Michelstadt did not have a campground so we tried to find a hotel that would let us park in their parking lot so we would be close to the flea market in Michelstadt the next day, but we ended up going 15 miles or so to Amorbach to a very nice campsite. About five miles east of Michelstadt is a small observatory with two domed buildings for telescopes.

This campsite at Sommerach was easy to find, right on the Main River, just west and north of Würzburg. We almost missed the camping sign, but saw it at the very last moment.

We saw a camping sign directing us to leave the main highway, then some miles later another sign, and later another one, but none of the signs had a mileage number. We had no idea how far we needed to drive, but we finally found it, somewhere in the neighborhood of Oberkalbach. The electricity was expensive that night. We didn’t use the heater during the night, just a little while this morning, as we dressed.

One year we went to Puttgarden, to catch the ferryboat to Denmark. After we arrived at the dock, we decided to stay in Germany until morning, so went to the local campsite. We expected to catch the 7:55 AM ferryboat but when we arrived at the dock at 7:10 they took our money (much less than we understood from the brochure) and waved us right on the ship.

In Lörrach they not only charged “too much” for electricity, they charged extra to come out and connect and disconnect it! Hope that doesn’t become a habit.

Awakened to heavy rain and thunder in Brühl this morning. We are on our way to Kehl, Germany, just across the Rhine River, east of Strasbourg, France, to visit the town where Emmy’s Cousin Monika was born and raised. Her father was the only one of Emmy’s Cousins, killed in WW II.

We bought an excellent Atlas, a road-map of Europe that shows a lot of detail, including the campsite in Gotha. This was former East Germany and most everything, both roads and buildings, were under construction/renovation. We spent many hours in traffic jams in small cities where there were no alternate routes. The traffic was just terrible. At one place a little Trabant, the auto built in East Germany for many years, drove up on the sidewalk, and managed to get out of the traffic mess. We wouldn’t fit.