Kampereiland-- the second part of the name translates as "island," though Curaçao it ain't. It is only an island in that it is separated from neighboring land masses by rivers and lakes. Even so, until 1940 it was only reachable by boat. It is located at the mouth of the IJssel river, which drains into the IJsselmeer, the vast lake that was formed when a barrier was built against the North Sea known as the Afsluitdijk.
|Ketelmeer, a buffer between the IJsselmeer and Kampen|
|Door de IJssel Delta|
Bright sun on my back but it's sprinkling. I finally found a good picnic table by the Ganzendiep (I have not seen a soul on the trails through Kampereiland) and see the dull brick houses of Grafhorst on the opposite bank. Now I will follow the LF-15, which hugs the riverbank to Kampen.
The final part of the return to Zwolle was truly fabulous--pure rural splendor, with pastures receding from the riverbank almost all the way to the city. Even entering the city you're on a thoroughly rural trajectory, tunneling seamlessly underneath highways. Finally I'm going down a road with suburban houses, then riding down a bicycle-only thoroughfare--it's rush hour and full of cyclists. What a delight!