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Valea Alba

Trying out once again the plastic boots

The first pair of winter shoewear which I’ve bought was a pair of plastic boots, nearly 6 years ago when I was begging to venture out in the mountains in the winter time. Unfortunately as plastic boots are a bit to much for the romanian winters eventually they got replaced by a pair of normal winter boots, and they have been laying around unused.

And as I’m going to need them for Khan Tengri, and as I’ve forgotten in the meantime how it is to wear plastic boots (not completely, some ski boots feel similar or even worse) I though that the weekend would be a good opportunity to bring back those memories. Unfortunately snow has been really scarce this winter in Romania and we headed for the only place where it can still be found, the shady valleys of the Bucegi mountains.

As training we decided to carry the bivy gear and to sleep somewhere on the plateau, so the backpacks were a heavier than usual. This, combined with the fact that the valea Alba wasn’t in the best condition made the ascent a bit longer. Basically even if it’s late January in a normal year there should be more snow here in November, but the weather and the climate is changing and somehow to a certain extend we all share the responsibility for the change.

We’ve spent the evening and the night at the refuge from the Omu peak with Mihaela and Cosmin, two friends which ascended via the Bucsoiului ridge, and after a long sleep and a foggy morning we decided to descend on the Morarului valley in hopes of finding enough snow for an easy descend. In the end we found enough snow but at the same time we’ve had a small incident with a crampon breaking at the wrong moment, but after a quick improvisation (without duct tape) we managed to make it once again usable until we got down.

And regarding the plastic boots in the end they were quite ok, unexpectedly I would say. The only issue is that in warm weather they have to be dried every evening in the tent or in the refuge. In these moments the advantage that no water can come in turns in a bit of a disadvantage as at the same time no perspiration can get out, and you basically get wet from the inside…

Undeva intre toamna si primavara, dar iarna nu e sigur..

Somewhere between autumn and spring, but it certainly isn’t winter

Plasticii de testat.

My not so shiny plastic boots.

Ajunsi la verdeata.

Getting to a place called “La Verdeata”, literally meaning at the green place.

Cam greu cu rucsacul mare in spate.

It’s not so easy as it seems with a heavy backpack.

Moment de pauza.

Taking a break.

Inca putin pana sus.

Jut a bit more until the top.

Ora albastra.

Ora albastra.

Alungati de vant, si noi si norii.

The wind blows fog over the Omu peak, and we follow it to the valley.

Cosmin si soarele.

Cosmin and the sun.

Cer de ianuarie, nu si zapada de ianuarie.

January sky without the january snow.

Si totusi mai sunt si portiuni cu ceva zapada.

On one of the snowier sections of the valley.

Trei crai de la rasarit.

Three friends.

Apus la Strisjochhaus

The Fiechtl route in the Totenkirchl Sockel, Wilder Kaiser

We sleep late today, as the weather seems to be nice for the following week and as we don’t plan any epic routes for today. And so we spent a pleasant lazy morning in the bunk beds from Stripsenjochhaus, before we finally set out around 9 for today’s route, the  Fiechtl route, a 5+ 11 pitch route from the Totenkirchl Sockel.

I should say that during the 3 days spent at the Stripsenjochhaus hut we felt really at home, even though we were probably the only ones eating out our own bags. The hut is in a brilliant spot, and it’s one of the only huts which isn’t on a peak, but which still allows to watch both the sunrise and the sunset.

The Sockel has the advantage that it starts a bit lower and the routes end somewhere half-way up the Totenkirchl, so that the descent is a lot quicker. Also on the other hand the route has quite a few V, and V+ pitches so I’m sure there will be plenty of climbing.

After reaching the entry to the route, we start discovering the pitches of the route. And so we climb on an exposed traverse with good holds, followed by a small overhang and by some not so interesting pitches up to the middle of the wall. However the most adventurous part of route came just at the end, with an epic 60m chimney which didn’t seem quite that easy.

Even though my chimney technique isn’t the best, I think that the Wilder Kaiser pioneers were really good at it, and usually all the pitches which contained chimneys seemed harder than their rating. And I really had to fight a bit on the chimney, because it was relatively holdless, and a bit wet, and a bit overhanging,and with bolts each 10 meters. All these were more than enough to convince me to remain squeezed inside the chimney and to avoid climbing it on the outside. There is a certain safety given by the fact that you know that if you expand yourself a bit you’re not going to fall from the chimney. Near the end the chimney ended with a serious overhang, but the route avoided it just in the last moment.

After the 60 meters my skin was completely scratched, and reached the conclusion that climbing chimneys in shorts and a t-shirt might not be the best idea. Either way, I really recommend the route, which has as an added bonus a quick and pleasant descent.

After we got back to the hut, with the energy which I had left I dash to the car to fetch my DSLR hoping for a spectacular sunset. After a short evening run and a fast climb, we reach the 1800 meter peak behind Stripsenjochhaus just in time for some nice pics. We have the small shelter on the top all to ourselves, and we watch a weather front coming in from the west. Tomorrow we’re finally going to take a break after 3 climbing days.


High up on the Sockel

Mihaela on the epic chimney at the end of the route.

Almost up.

Even though the scratches aren’t really clear, it does show that for me climbing is a really physical experience.

Ravens soaring high.

Taking the D600 for a walk.

The view from Stripsenjochhaus

And the rushed sunset.

Wilder Kaiser.

Window view

Via Classica, Fleischbank

Via Classica from Fleischbank, Wilder Kaiser, day 6

This was the day when Mihaela was completely conviced that we’re going to spend a day and a night on the route, the we’re going to spend ages getting down from the mountain and other doomsday scenarios. At the same time in the previous days I saw that if we set our minds to it we can be decently fast on comparable routes, and I was pretty sure that the route is really worth it. In Romania it’s not every day that you get the chance to climb 15 length 600m route on good rock.

 At the same time coming from Romania, the experience of alpinism and of climbing in general is a solitary one. We don’t like a crowded rock face, or sharing the same belay with more than one team, with all the entangled ropes which come with the entire experience. Maybe it has something to do with Romania, where currently climbing doesn’t have the same popularity as in other western countries (one could also say that there was a downfall in it’s popularity after the 80s).

Either way, in Wilder Kaiser, as well as in other parts of the Alps, in a normal route people start around 8, maybe a bit earlier for the long routes. So if you want to be a alone, you need to start either really early or rather late (the later options means that you need to move fast). During weekdays in Wilder Kaiser that tends to be a minor issue, but on weekend it can become problematic.

Taking advantage of Mihaela’s doomsday predictions we manage to get up with the sunrise and around  5:30 we leave the parking place towards the Westwall from Fleischbank. We start with the same climb towards Stripsenjochhaus, and it’s interesting to think that so many figures in the history of alpinism have stepped on the same road, on the same rock in another century. Different people, different times but perhaps the same dreams and the same enjoyment of spending time in the mountains.

We get to the start of the route, between the wall and a snow slope, and we start to move quickly on the first easy pitches, gaining altitude fast. If it’s one thing which I dislike about alpinism, is the feeling of being tied to the wall when the difficulty increases and when you start moving slowly on the wall. But today, on Via Classica the difficulty of the pitches (all bellow a classical V) enabels us to move fast, and it’s really  a nice feeling. If training in a gym has benefits, one of them is that it enables you to move fast on harder and arguably nicer routes. But on the other hand spending too much time in an indoor gym isn’t my dream, and we’re glad that we can live our small adventures on easier routes.

 The pitches flow one after the other, with nice dihedrals and cracks, on good rock with a logical and clear line. Without knowing it we get to the middle of the route, where the hardest and nicest 3 pitches follow, ending with with a vertical chimney which is climbed o a series of vertical cracks.

The route is realy nice, and I’m glad that we both can enjoy the route. Most likely there will always be differences between us from the physical possibilities, on one  hand due to gender differences or maybe because we have different opinions about training. But on the routes which we climbed this holiday we could both enjoy what we’re doing.


The last 3 pitches are once again easier, and we reach the end of the route after 7 hours, unexpectedly quick, so we get to relax a bit before starting the long descent. The day isn’t over yet, and we have to find a way to get down from here.

And it doesn’t seem to be so simple, as we have to climb and descent another peak, abseil down some dubious, climb once again, abseil once again, and start the long descent on Elmauer Tor. Even though during the entire holiday we usually moved quicker than the climbing guide said, the constantly needed more time on the descent. 
But still the place is incredibly spectacular, and I take some photos which seem brocken from a kingdom of rock. On the way dow we passed the east wall from Fleischbank, which has one of the hardest routes in Wilder Kaiser, and which is sort of the equivalent of the “Valea Alba” wall in Romania. 

Towards the end of the descent a summer rain starts, enough to dampen our spirit but fortunately enough it’s followed by a rainbow, the perfect crowning of a perfect day.


The east wall from Fleischbank.

The gate to Elmau (Elmauer Tor)

Climbing on good rock.


At the end of the route.

On the way down.

The upper part of Elmauer Tor.


An almost double rainbow.

The many colored arrow.

Intre Erfurt si Eisenach

3 days, 3 routes, and almost 300 kilometers through Thuringia

It’s really interesting that there are a lot of smaller mountain chains in Germany which are named after forests. Among them is also the “Thuringian forest”, and after traveling 80 kilometers on the main ridge of the mountain we kind of understood where the name comes from. The mountain chain is almost completely covered by a forest, and even though there are a lot of ups and downs you really can’t see much around, just forest, forest and once again forest.

There are some places with a decent view, and the forest itself is interesting to travel through, but at least for us it wouldn’t be something which could be called an actual mountain. The rest of the trip description will follow.

Sambata, pe cand conduceam noi linistiti pe “autostrada lor nationala” (Bundesautobahn) A9 spre sudul Germaniei (un fel de DN1 la noi), auzim la radio cum moderatorul unui matinal, in loc sa fie plin de energie, cade in butoiul cu melancolie si ne anunta, cum ca ar fi ultima zi de vara astronomica, zicand cam asa: “Sa ne luam la revedere de la vara, ca de la un bun prieten, ce pleaca in strainatate pentru o luuuunga perioada de vreme”. Si o zice cu atata jale, de parca toate doinele stramosesti s-au strans in glasul bietului om. O, pai daca zici tu asa, atunci hai sa o facem cu stil, ca si asa noi suntem pe drum pentru un weekend prelungit in care vrem sa imbinam boschetareala prin intinsele paduri din Thuringia cu cateva vizite culturale. Asa ca am avut parte de 3 zile, 3 rute cicloturistice diferite si 3 orase interesante pe care le-am vazut mai mult in goana pedalelor (Eisenach, Efrurt si Weimar), dar in care vom reveni.

Ziua de vineri a fost dedicata vaii Ilmului. Ilmul este un rau care izvoraste din padurea “turingiana” si coboara in campie. Daca e rau, a croit musai o vale si daca e o vale, neamtul a facut o pista de biciclete. Se numeste Ilmtalradweg. Si daca e o pista de biciclete, noi suntem fix pe ea, pedaland la deal caci mergeam din aval in amonte. Trebuia sa ajungem pe la 750m altitudine, asa ca, ce sunt 500 m diferenta de nivel la valoarea noastra? Chiar nu sunt nimic, doar ca in prima parte nu faci decat sa strabati un relief valurit, pe care urci, cobori si tot asa. Din motive neintelese inca, ne miscam fara spor, fara talent (si macar daca am urca cu adevarat). Incepe sa se simta “aerul de munte” abia pe ultimii 20 kilometri. Inserarea ne prinde intr-un mic orasel numit Ilmenau, unde am oprit sa luam mancare pentru sambata seara si pentru duminica.

Prima intalnire cu padurea turingiana.

Ultimul racnet in moda locala.

Doar cateva frunze prevestesc venirea iernii, in rest un verde de inceput de vara.

Biserici gotice de pe la 1200 se gasesc la tot pasul, chiar si prin mici orasele uitate de lume.

Cand pe piste de bicicleta pe malul Ilm-ului.

Cand de-a dreptul pe camp.

Intindere eleganta.

Cum orele de lumina se scurteaza vazand cu ochii, ne grabim sa ne indepartam de localitate ca sa gasim un loc de cort, dar nu e nimic care sa ne faca cu ochiul la timp. Ignoram un camping iesit in cale si continuam sa urcam usor in serpentine largi, pe foaia mijlocie. Mie chiar imi place aici. Ma simt “mai la munte” si cum afara este deja crepuscul, drumul merge serpuit, pe stanga si pe dreapta e padure intrerupta din cand in cand cate o pajiste, iar mirosul de conifere nu imi da pace, ma pot imagina oriunde, la poalele oricarui munte adevarat. Afara s-a lasat frigul, semn ca vara e deja departe (poate a zburat cu avionul si e deja la destinatie) si toamna, nu mai are nevoie de nicio introducere. Am simtit-o si am mirosit-o prin satele prin care am trecut, ce se pregateau aproape la unison pentru Sarbatoarea Recoltei. Intr-un loc oamenii taiau lemnele pentru iarna, in alt sat o femeie le aranja frumos, pe caprarii, in gramada. Si in multe locuri mirosea a fum si a foc in soba, a caldura si a gutui. Hai, ca toamna asta m-a facut si pe mine melancolica, asa ca va pun o melodie.

Cat ati ascultat voi melodia, am gasit si noi loc de cort, pe un colt de pajiste, la o margine de padure si langa Ilmul devenit un firicel de apa, ce susura totusi atat de odihnitor. Din fericire nu este inca frigul acela iernatic, asa ca putem sta in voie in fata cortului si putem gati la primus, savura o mancare de fasole cu muraturi si privi stelele pe cerul negru si senin. Semne bune noaptea are.

Duminica dimineata, asa pe la 10.30, pornim hotarati la deal (ce e drept cu burta plina dupa micul dejun). Dar dam cu spor la pedale si castigam usor diferenta de nivel ce ne despartea de cota 750m unde se sfarsea Ilmtalradweg si intersectam Rennsteigradweg. Pista de fata ne promitea padure, multa padure. Ea traverseaza practic intreaga padure din Thuringia, pe directia E-V, urmand o culme (evident impadurita), lunga de 170 km (pentru bicicleta, lungimea e de 195 km). Noi aveam sa facem doar jumatate (aproximativ 90 de kilometri). Pe langa pista de biciclete exista si o ruta de trekking compusa din poteci sau drumuri forestiere. Daca va intrebati ce a fost inainte, va spun eu ca a fost poteca. Ruta de bicicleta a aparut ulterior, drept dovada ca nu exista banda separata, ci se urmeaza drumurile forestiere si drumurile asfaltate (oricum foarte slab circulate). Insa predomina drumurile forestiere, unele excelente, altele destul de proaste, oarecum si in functie de numarul de turisti ce frecventeaza acea zona.

Locul de cort, cu susurul izvorului ca zgomot de fond.

In suspensie.

Prima parte pentru noi, ce urca din Allzunah spre cel mai inalt deal cu care se poate lauda padurea asta (Großer Beerberg – 982 m) e bine batuta si merge repejor. In varful dealului, oamenii au taiat cativa copaci si au facut o platforma de observatie, ca sa se poata bucura turistul de panorama din vale, care altfel ar fi total ascunsa de perdeaua de copaci. Acum cred ca inteleg si mai bine cat de trista trebuie sa fie viata pentru Claudia si Andrei in tara padurilor nesfarsite. Ruta cicloturistica nu ajunge pe acest “varf” ci il ocoleste, urmand un drum asfaltat. Noi insa suntem niste “cicloturisti” mai extremi si nimerim (pe cuvant ca fara premeditare) pe drumul “de picior” si urcam cu mare usurinta la cota 982m.

Ajunsi pe acoperisul padurii turingiene.

Pe Rennsteig.


Paduri falnice de brad.

De aici ar trebui sa chiuim de fericire caci urmeaza o buna bucata de coborare, asa ca, speram noi, vom mai recupera ceva fata de planul de acasa, caci tare suntem in urma cu distanta de parcurs. Ne-am culcat pe minus, ne-am sculat pe minus (ca doar nu mergeam in somn), acum la jumatea zilei tot pe minus suntem…

Fericirea coborarii nu dureaza mult, reintersectam ruta cicloturistica si pe cand pedalam iarasi la deal (wtf?) incep sa intrevad o fisura in planul de acasa. Eu ma uitam cu speranta pe profilele incarcate pe kindle ce spuneau 5 kilometri intre punctele X si Y si o diferenta pozitiva de doar 50-60 m. Doar ca profilele erau pentru trekking si daca poteca poate sa ia cea mai scurta linie posibila, apoi bicicleta trebuie sa mearga musai pe drum si drumul ocoleste de te-nebuneste, prezentand comportamente contradictorii: merge in zig-zag, te coboara intr-o vale in fundul pamantului spre dreapta si te urca brusc pe o panta de 14% spre stanga si tot asa.Asa ca degeaba credeam noi ca acus-acus coboram, apoi mai urcam odata pe al doilea varf de peste 900 m din padurea din Thuringia (Großer Inselsberg- 916 m) si apoi vine coborarea lunga si salvatoare de 30 de kilometri. A durat jumatate de zi de deal-vale, multa sudoare, multa rabdare, caci parea ca padurea asta nu se mai sfarsea, si o serie de localitati, dintre care se detaseaza Oberhoful. Cand cititesti descrierea acestei mici localitati, zici ca asta e raiul pe pamant in materie de sporturi de iarna. Este incredibil cum in vest, orice “cacatel” este ridicat la rangul de mare atractie turistica. Si hai sa va fac o lista cu ce puteti face in Oberhof, ca sa vedeti cum dati cat ati clipi schiul din Austria pe o vacanta de iarna in padurea din Thuringia:

– schi fond pe piste amenajate (ratracuite)
– schi alpin (un telescaun si un cablu (numit sugestiv “Vechea pajiste de golf”) ce deserveste o zona de incepatori)
– mers cu rachetele de zapada prin padure
– bob
– sarituri cu schiurile
– biatlon
– plimbari ozonate in natura (eventual cu trasura)
– sanius.

Indiferent daca intelegeti ori nu germana, chiar si daca va uitati la pozele de aici, va dati seama ce puteti face in Oberhof.

Ce altceva va mai doriti? Nu v-am convins? Sa adaug descrierea de pe wikipedia. “Oberhof este cunoscut ca un centru al sporturilor de iarna, in Germania. Orasul traieste din turism. In 2009 au fost 132.000 de turisti ce au implicat 426.000 de nopti de cazare. De aceea Oberhoful este al treilea oras ca numar de vizitatori dupa Erfurt (capitala de land) si Weimar (inclus in Patrimoniul Unesco), fiind in acelasi timp si cea mai vizitata localitate din padurea din Thuringia.”

Deci, nu stiu despre voi, dar pe mine, m-a lasat rece oferta asta, vazuta chiar la fata locului. Am zis ca mai bine stau acasa decat sa ma plictisesc aici…

Pe inserare, schimbam brazii cu fagii.

Pe rennsteig.

Locul in care am infipt steagul in seara asta.

Ca sa revenim la tura noastra, am depasit si cel de-al doilea “obstacol” al zilei de azi (Großer Inselsberg) si cum coborarea nu are farmec pe noapte, am inceput sa ne cautam loc de cort. Gasim din nou ceva fain, pe acelasi tipar: pe un colt de pajiste, la margine de padure. Lipseste doar apa din ecuatie. Cum noaptea vine repede, ne retragem in cort si de data asta chiar suntem determinati sa ne trezim dimineata si sa plecam la drum, nu de alta, dar avem de recuperat cam 25 de kilometri ramasi restanta de zilele anterioare+ inca 100 de kilometri din planul zilei numarul 3 si 3 orase de vizitat. Pe cuvant ca imi pare misiune imposibila.

Dar ati uitat ca eu sunt prudenta, pe cand Radu e optimist si aventurier, asa ca nu luam trenul, ci pedalam. Iata, primii 25 de kilometri se scurg ca vantul si ca gandul in coborarea continua mult visata, vantul e si el cu noi, asa ca toate panzele sus. Daca am avea o vela la bicicleta, am inalta-o si pe aceasta. Lasam in urma fara prea mari regrete padurea nesfarsita si ne oprim in Eisenach. Pentru mine una, Eisenach era sinonim doar cu castelul Wartburg, inclus in Patrimoniul Unesco si legat pe vecie de numele lui Martin Luther care a fost exilat/s-a ascuns aici pentru 3 ani de zile, timp in care a tradus Noul Testament in limba germana. Insa el are mult mai mult de oferit:

– aici s-a nascut Bach si evident exista un muzeu dedicat marelui compozitor.
– tot aici, in Biserica Georgenkirche din Piata Centrala, familia Bach a cantat la orga de-a lungul a patru generatii iar Martin Luther a predicat o vreme;
– cum Luther a si trait aici o scurta perioada de timp, ocupand doua camere dintr-o frumoasa casa construita in still Fachwerk si in prezent veche de 500 de ani, casa respectiva ii este dedicata, numindu-se Lutherhaus (Casa lui Luther);

Si lista continua, fiind nesperat de diversificata pentru un oras atat de mic, incat sunt sigura ca poti petrece o zi intreaga aici, fara sa te plictisesti.

Noi, desi ne-am dori acest lucru, nu avem atata timp la dispozitie si dupa ce poposim putin in piata centrala si gasim cea de-a treia pista din program (Thüringer Städtekette), ne asternem din nou la drum.

Privelistea de la Wartburg.

Fachwerk pe nemteste.

Strajerul cetatii.

Sub soarele de toamna in curtea interioara a castelului.

Si castelul privit de sus.

Sfantul George de Eisenach, si biserica in care au cantat la orga 4 generatii din familia lui Bach.

In sfarsit beneficiem de asfalt si desi in fata avem multi kilometri, ziua frumoasa de toamna si vantul prielnic (am conceput tura in asa fel incat sa avem vant din spate la intoarcere) ne dau ghes sa pedalam. Satele, situate la distante aproape constante de 3-4 kilometri, se scurg unul dupa altul si pe la miezul zilei ajungem in Gotha. Din pacate nu facem ocolul spre centru (fiind in criza de timp) si ramanem in zona periferiei, urmand pista spre Erfurt.

La prune pe un teren viran.

Peisajul tipic turingian.

Erfurt este capitala landului Thuringia si un orasel foarte frumos (cel putin centrul vechi), cu case construite in stil Fachwerk, cu piete dragute, cu cateva cladiri ce iti iau ochii desi momentan si acolo sunt lucrari peste lucrari. Aici avem noroc, caci pista trece chiar prin centrul orasului si cum din cauza lucrarilor traficul este deviat, nimerim pe cateva stradute interesante chiar in inima centrului vechi, scurta plimbare fiind suficienta ca sa ne convinga sa revenim. Stim noi de anul trecut de cand am vizitat Quedlinburgul in noiembrie, ca atunci cand da frigul nu mai este picior de turist, si cei curajosi, imbracati in puf de pinguin, pot sa ia la pas strazile in voie. Asa ca deja, in capsorul nostru se incheaga un plan pentru a reveni aici in noiembrie, cand si asa, nu prea ai ce face in afara de vizite culturale.

Strapungearea luminii.

E deja ora 17.00 cand plecam din centrul Erfurtului si mai aveam 24 de kilomeri pana in Weimar, fiind oarecum consolati cu faptul ca o sa ajungem la destinatie odata cu inserarea. Astfel incat, gandul de a reveni se planteaza si mai adanc in capsor, mai ales ca in Weimar oferta este cel putin la fel de bogata: casele memoriale a doi mari clasici germani (Schiller, Goethe), un muzeu dedicat miscarii Bauhaus, care a inceput in Weimar, inainte de a se reloca in Dessau, cateva castele, o gradina englezeasca prin care am trecut in drumul nostru spre masina si lista poate continua. Chiar ma gandeam, pe cand pedalam prin parcul de pe malul Ilmului ca ar fi frumos ca toamna sa fie lunga, si in noiembrie, atunci cand vom reveni, sa ma gasim cateva frunze galbene si sa ne intampine un soare bland, daca la prima intalnire am avut rendez-vous cu luna.

Weimar pe scurt: Schiller si Goethe

Ajungem la masina la lumina frontalei si in loc sa rezolvam cu partea aceasta a Germaniei, am taiat de pe lista o tura cicloturistica si am adaugat una culturala, dovada ca ar mai fi cate ceva de vazut si de facut in Germania…Probabil ca asa e, dar pe noi a doua iarna nu ne mai prinde in mohoratul si imobilul Berlin! Carpati, here we come!

Foto by Radu


In tura de fata am combinat 3 piste cicloturistice din Thuringen (centrul Germaniei) ce formeaza aproape un triunghi.


Weimar- Meilingen-Bad Berka-Kranichfeld-Ilmtal-Ilmenau-Allzunah (Ilmtalradweg), aprox. 75 km

Allzunah -Bahnhof Rennsteig-Großer Beerberg-Oberhof- Grenzadler-Ebertwiese-Grenzwiese-Am Auerhan- Hohe Sonne- Eisenach, aprox. 90 km

Eisenach-Gotha-Erfurt-Weimar (Thüringer Städtekette), aprox. 100 km

Lungime aproximativa: 265 kilometri
Ilmtalradweg urmeaza firul raului Ilm care izvoraste din Padurea din Thuringia si se varsa in Saale. Totalizeaza 120 de kilometri lungime.
  • Site-ul oficial este acesta (din pacate doar in germana).
  • O schita a rutei gasiti aici.
  • Profilul rutei este aici.
Rennsteigradweg este o adaptare pentru cicloturism a unei poteci de trekking numita simlu Rennsteig, ce urmeaza o culme lunga, din padurea din Thuringia. Poteca a fost dezvoltata pe linia unei foste granite intre regiuni istorice ale Germaniei. Poteca turistica are 170 kilometri lungime si este catalogata ca fiind “high-grade hiking trail”. In realitate, singura dificulate este lungimea traseului, pentru ca in rest, se urmeaza poteci foarte clare si foarte bine marcate si drumuri forestiere, la o altitudine medie de 500-700 m. Ruta se preteaza si pentru mountain-bike. Pentru cicloturism, exista o ruta-sora, ceva mai lunga (195 de kilometri), inaugurata in anul 2000. Exista 2 varfuri importante: Großer Beerberg (982 m) si (Große Inselsberg (916 m) pe care insa ruta le ocoleste. Totusi profilul, asa cum puteti vedea mai jos, este destul de valurit, strangandu-se ceva diferenta de nivel.
  • Site oficial: aici (din pacate doar in germana). Site-ul este destul de complet insa se axeaza pe varianta de trekking si descrierea rutei, profilurile de altitudine, distantele sunt data pentru trekking si nu pentru ruta cicloturistica.
  • O schita a rutei gasiti aici
  • Profilul rutei este aici
Thüringer Städtekette este o ruta cicloturistica de 225 de kilometri ce uneste principalele orase din landulThüringerdin Germania. Ea trece prin: Eisenach, Gotha, Erfurt, Weimar,Jena, Gera. Ruta e bine marcata si merge in general pe asfalt, prin zone rurale sau traversand orasele mentionate mai sus.
  • Site oficial: aici (in engleza)
  • Harta si profil: aici (in engleza)
  • O schita a rutei gasiti aici
Aici gasiti o lista cu toate rutele de ciclourism din Thüringen si o harta ce reuneste atat pistele regionale (Regionale Radwege) cat si cele ce se intind pe mai multe landuri sau chiar pe mai multe tari (Fernradwege). Puteti filtra rutele, astfel incat sa vi se afiseze doar rutele regionale, doar cele de distanta, sau toate rutele.