|Scott's Harlequin in Goslar|
|Rooftops from the top|
We ate dinner at a darling café that had a pen full of chickens and one badass rooster, and it was perfect.
|Cock of the Walk, as my Dear Old Dad would say...|
After Quedlinburg, we hopped back in the Harlequin and took off into the Harz! Lots of road construction and detours later, we saw a sign for Teufelsmauer (Devil’s Wall) and decided we could not pass up such an opportunity for adventure. So, the story of the Teufelsmauer (as we read on informative plaques) is that the Devil was upset about the spread of the Lutheran Reformation and decided to build a wall around the Harz Mountains to keep the Christians out and the witches (who, obviously, live in the Harz) in. He had one day to do it, but when a merchant taking roosters to market passed the rooster crowed, and the Devil thought it was morning and he ran out of time, so he threw a tantrum and broke the wall down…. Weird story, but whatever. Apparently it is actually an Upper Cretaceous sandstone formation, but that’s boring.
Keeping up the theme, we decided to visit the Hexentanzplatz (witches’ dancing place). We all sort of thought it might be an outcropping or something similar to the Teufelsmauer, but we were very wrong. It is an amusement-park type attraction with witch tchotchkes and tourists everywhere! It was all very bizarre, so we explored and people-watched and then went on about our way.
|A man told us, in all seriousness, that this is where the witches used to fly back and forth between this gorge. If they weren't good enough witches, the devil would kick them off into the gorge to die. He was being very serious.|
|The Harz from the Hexentanzplatz|
After such a grueling day of adventuring, we stopped for some low-key walking and dinner in Goslar before heading back to Wolfenbüttel. For Kirsten and Scott, hopping in the Harlequin for spontaneous day-trips is something of a tradition, and I was honored to be included!!