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パノラマを撮影したのは Harry Becker 撮影日 04:09, 24/01/2014 - Views loading...


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A: FBG Friedrichroda

Harry Becker作, ここから10メートル

FBG Friedrichroda

B: FBG Friedrichroda

Harry Becker作, ここから80メートル

FBG Friedrichroda

C: FBG Friedrichroda

Harry Becker作, ここから100メートル

FBG Friedrichroda

D: Maßkopf, 590m über NN

Kevin 85作, 12.4kmかなた

Maßkopf, 590m über NN

E: -Trusetal- Trusetaler Wasserfall Zulauf

Markus Freitag作, 13.0kmかなた

-Trusetal- Trusetaler Wasserfall Zulauf

F: -Trusetal- Trusetaler Wasserfall

Markus Freitag作, 13.0kmかなた

-Trusetal- Trusetaler Wasserfall

G: -Seligenthal- Kirchensaal

Markus Freitag作, 13.5kmかなた

-Seligenthal- Kirchensaal

H: -Seligenthal- Kirche

Markus Freitag作, 13.5kmかなた

-Seligenthal- Kirche

I: -Schnellbach- Kirchensaal

Markus Freitag作, 13.5kmかなた

-Schnellbach- Kirchensaal

J: -Schmalkalden- Waldhaus / Gefühlspfad

Markus Freitag作, 15.4kmかなた

-Schmalkalden- Waldhaus / Gefühlspfad



Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)

And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.

Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.

Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!

Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.

But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.

Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.

And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.

Text by Steve Smith.