Cows in the Hairpin, Then Olching Again
A valley full of livestock, flamingos in Imst, a certificate that takes itself seriously
Pointed north. Cows lying in the middle of a corner like they own the place, which they do. Imst has a fountain with flamingos and Mary on top, which is a sentence I did not expect to write. Wandered the alleys, stared at Hotel Post, watched the GPS draw a purple line back toward Munich. Next morning the peak behind the hotel caught fire for about four minutes. Then the autobahn, Olching, and a certificate that lists the Glockner like we were on a quest. The bikes were back on the patio. Same spot they started.
