Our friend walked the Westweg from Germany to Switzerland, crossing the length of the black forest, with his DIY hiking trailer in tow.
ADVENTURE
Stani's walk on the wild side
His adventure story begins like this: Once upon a time Dr. Stani Frankenstein disappeared into the deep of his underground workshop. Down there his creative juices could flow freely.
For months he was busy building, and when he finally resurfaced, he had created the ferocious monster wagon.
The load-bearing capacity and off-road mobility of the first prototype was heavily tested out in the field. After a little tinkering the trailer was ready to go.
On the tour the trolley carried everything but the kitchen sink and afforded Stani the little luxuries other hikers have to do without.
Most days the walk was calm and serene, and Stani could relax and enjoy the scenery.
Other times Stani came face to face with the hazards of the German wilderness.
Like the age-old question: To drink or not to drink?
He also saw himself confronted with perky rats, nuclear fuel rods, low flying golf balls and reckless drivers. Stani prevailed and walked away unscathed.
Stani loves flirting with danger and as he looked into the wild and the wild gazed into him, he learned to adapt and to become one with his natural surroundings.
Stani and his loyal wagon became a tight-knit team and together they conquered the manifold obstacles of the trail.
Except for small upgrades and one flat tire, the brave trailer survived the ordeal without any damage or repair. Unfortunately the same can not be said about Stani's feet.
Despite many hardships, Stani pushed on and was rewarded with the beauty of the black forest.
Every evening Stani had to find a place to camp. Most nights he slept in a tent amongst the forest critters. Occasionally he treated himself with the comforts of a hotel room.
With the changing of seasons the weather turned rainy. Stani got wet and transformed into a bright yellow gremlin. Just to be on the save side I suggest we never feed him after midnight.
Setting one foot in front of the other the brave walked on and after covering hundreds of kilometers Stani and the wonder wagon reached the southern frontier. On a dull autumn day they crossed the border and had made it to Switzerland at last.
On the last night of his adventure Stani pitched his tent high above the rhine falls and fell asleep with a spectacular view.
The next morning, as he woke to the roaring of the restless thundering masses, he had completed his journey. Stani packed his things, and after one last glance at the wild, headed back into the bustling city.
We look forward to the next adventure of our hero.
