October 30, 2016
On this pleasant Sunday afternoon in Ulm, my friends and hosts, Mark and Christine have offered to drive me and my cousin Diana to Blautopf.
It’s a sparkling sunny day. The late autumn leaves retain their intense reds and golds. Outside Ulm, the rolling wooded hills and valley farmlands are mostly bright green.
Blautopf in German means Blue Pot, not exactly an enchanting name for what is purported to be a scenic spot with an unusual underground geological formation.