The region I live in touches a national forest, the “Staatsforst Burgholz”.
Its core being planted more than hundred years ago on private ground always has been open to the public. Carved in stone almost all of historic waymarking is still in place (actually more or less “in situ”). Few stones are lost, some memorials were moved to a secured private place.
Blank stones mark historic paths parallel to a neighbouring former railroad track (colloquially named “Sambatrasse”) now converted to a foot and cycle path.
Carved border stones mark the boundaries of private grounds as well as former municipalities and cities.
Direction signs lead the way through the forest.
Plantations and installations are well marked.
The tracks bear the names of former residential artists or family members of the initial owner of the forest.
Due to forest operations (bark beetles and dry summers have affected this forest too) some direction signs were tilted over or are relocated temporarily.
The nearby zoo can’t be missed.
Places with a view – at least as long as the trees were young and low – invite to rest.
Memorial stones remind of past times and the initiator of this area for recreation.
