Woke up at campsite along the Rhine/End of the Bodensee. Went swimming in the early morning after watching one coot punk out two ducks.

After a slower start, we rolled on into a green, rolling countryside and one muggy day. We reached Stein am Rhein early in the morning.

The whole main square was filled with beautifully painted buildings.

We could see the monitor of the secretary in the Town Hall. He was watching the World Cup.

The building in the middle of this shot is a bike shop. Nice location.

I doubt this was actually the town of Gallingen…but let’s pretend it is. Gallingen was a semi-Waterloo. First, we start to climb a hill. About 10% of the way up this long, steep climb, Andreas and I realize we are going off route. Andrew trucks on up the hill. Being lazy, we call him on the phone to say we were off track.

Once we are reunited, we head back to the Rhine, cutting through a farm road and after half a rocky kilomter, we realize it too is a dead end. Damn you Gallingen.

After an hour or two, we made it to the Rheinfall at near Schaffhausen. This was the point where my last ‘Danube’ trip intersected the Rhine trip. The falls were impressive. I was hypnotized watching the flecks and whorls of white foam skitter across the rushing surface.

It was really hot. It was about midday at this point. And it was really hot. Actually, this turned out to be one of the hardest days because of the heat, the hills and the exertions of the three previous days were finally catching up to us. There were many hills.

Near some small town whose name I’ve forgotten, Andreas and I saw the frenemies for the first and last time. Klein was chilling outside a cafe. There was a water fight.

When we found a place to stop in Kuessaberg, we stayed there. This campground had a pool and a bar and we took advantage of both.