|This is not Speuld.|
|Speuldroute (ANWB map)|
|Comin' thru the heath ...|
One of the prettiest stretches is through the Boeschoten (58 -> 57): old woods, sandy path bordered by beech trees, the lowering afternoon sun flashing through the treetops. It rolls on and on like this, the moist ground littered with leaves.
I stop for refreshments near a turf roof hut, on display as a sort of historical remnant. A pair of elderly couples arrives to inspect the structure. "Must be something about this in the guidebook, honey," I imagine they're saying in Dutch.
The Sprielderbos forest, mostly wiry beech and pine, is very still - remote enough that I can only faintly hear engines in the distance.
|The way through the woods|
Now at point 30 on the north side of Putten. A turn to the east (80) and then north to Ermelo. I detoured into Putten, guessing it is some historic village, but found just a church, a few quaint stores and cafés and a cobblestone parking lot. Circling the church, I am approached by an ostrich-like woman with a skin condition marring her face and wearing the oddest hot pink topcoat. She asks me in a screechy voice if I know anywhere to eat around here.
"Looks like everything's closed," I observed.
|What's happening in Putten|
Oude Arnhemsekarweg (old auto route to Arnhem?) to point 39, a bend in the woods. This is the last leg of the journey, as evening falls and my nose drips.
This trip was quite nice and not hard to do -- I was riding for about five hours. The sheer expanse of the woods here makes this an enjoyable ride -- though even here, civilization encroaches. I don't mind riding in the chilly autumn weather, in fact it's bracing, like a freezing shower after a sweat in the sauna.