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Inka between junipers

At last the sun again! In such weather the winter fun! By the reflection of the snow, the light was so bright light, I had to squint your eyes (I know, the wrinkles are) and actually wondered where is could well be my sunglasses.
The aim of our present-day hike with the dogs was the Sacred Grove, a more than 40 acres of a nature reserve heath, their special charm from the many, sometimes ancient, gnarled juniper replaced. At the time of flowering heather in late August, we would, at least on weekends, make a wide berth around this area, because if the tourists in droves. Now, in winter, a few walkers here. No wonder, for the moors blows a cold east wind, which us nasty pinch in the nose.
That the Holy grove way and no other means is thanks to the Hamburg Ladschaftsmaler Fritz Muller, who remembers the sight of the picturesque juniper heath in the painting The Sacred Grove of Arnold Böcklin felt. The name Sacred Grove of course, sounds much better than the original term Gaen clutter (named after the owner Gaen Meyer is wrong from the nearby village of Betz Horn, heading Garskrempel on Wikipedia). Soon had the name Sacred Grove durcgesetzt. Only Hermann Lons , the famous poet might Heide, can not make friends with it. In the Journal of Lower Saxony 1 June 1914 he protested publicly against it, given that the proposed protected area officially named Sacred Grove to: "... It is of course very pleased that the site is protected But by no means pleased, that's the fact. that you want to replace the old inherited Namem "Gaen clutter" by the sentimental title "Sacred Grove". Once there is no grove, but a loose junipers, and secondly, the rename a serious violation of the homeland security exercise, whose goals known, the conservation of old place names is as important cultural monuments. So leave it at the old name " Whether the heath when Löns had achieved his goal, and become such a popular destination would be allowed to be questioned.
after we went down to the southern end of the heath, where the great old thatched sheepfold is, we follow the trail through juniper groves and then set on the way back, passing by at Lons-stone. To cut something, we run across a meadow. In the crusted snow, it can, however, run quite badly. And it will also to feel the dogs - despite its "all-wheel drive" Foxy will not go on Marion and I have to take turns.. until we can get back on a road with one lane running in Foxy. In the end, we come before the 15 kilometers as 25th But exercise is well known.
tomorrow!