Watermill hike and Peter Skoff's

The day did not dawn. We were in the clouds as a light mist swirls up from the valley. After our morning 8am breakfast ritual of yogurt with a little corn flakes, then a not-so hard boiled egg, gluten free buns with fresh homemade berry, strawberry jam. Occasionally cheese and salami ontop. I really liked the creamy local Eckart cheese. Then Tea, orange juice. we were ready to face the day. Lets drive a little more south to see a watermill and go for a hike. Large umbrellas in hand and rain coats we set out near the watermill. Up we wound until we saw a sign heading into a valley. Hiking boots which had not survved hung from the sign. This should instantly be a future warning vision. Off the road we started on the tract. crossed the small stream. The valley became narrower. I began to think about the tourists who go hiking to the waterfalls only to be swept away. If we were at home we would NEVER have ventured in this valley. we climb an enormous log jam. Bob is saying this isnt a good idea. Finally we come to our sences and turn around. Whew. On the way back we find a black and gold spotted salamander making his way uphill. Carole finds a large rock which looks just like petrified wood. What a find! Once back on the road we continue up. Sascha volunteeres to go get the car and we aks he picks up the petrified wood too. He and Bob return just as the sky's open up. We had reached the end of the road by someones big garden. On the way back we turned down the lane to Peter Skoffs vineyard. as we pulled in a elderly matron and her wet hunting dog appeared at the door. she invited us in. Her grandson was playing fussball. He is in his 20's and escorted us to a cafe room with a view overlooking a newly planted vineyard. Did we want to try all 40 wines or just a smaller assortment? He would bring 4 glasses out at a time and explane about each wine. They were all quite good. By the time we had tasted 16 different wines I was wondering if I would be able to walk out. Thankfully yes!
as we left we noticed at the end of each row of grape vines there was a rode bush. The insects affect the roses first so the farmer knows to begin to treat his grape vines.