May 27th and Jean-Marc and daughters come to see us off....
Jean-Marc is a bit of a St Francis of Assissi on the quiet, cultivating friendships with our wild feathered friends, including a pheasant which unfortunately met an unpleasant end from a hunter's gun. This drake is a personal chum who hangs around on the canal waiting for titbits and has so far survived a similar fate....
French territory now, but the name and the beer remain..........
Crossing the Alsatian plain.....
...and reaching the first of many locks as we near the northern spur of the Vosges mountains..As we entered the hills and passed Lutzelberg, Mike managed to wangle us into a campground right beside the canal for the night, much to the surprise of the other happy campers...
Bolly takes advantage of the full French cultural experience....
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