Why are mosquitoes so squeamish

Dubring. Exactly 4.08 kilometers. Or around 7,600 steps. Anyone who takes part in the SZ hike, which is held roughly every month, knows that this hike does not take longer than two hours. So far, these tours have covered an average of between six and eight kilometers. Can you still speak of a hike after a little more than four kilometers? Isn't that just a kind of short excursion, a walk? Well, how was it this time on the tour that led through the Dubringer Moor?

At the agreed meeting point, at the Michalken restaurant "Zum Mühlengrund", a dozen hikers have now gathered. A villager asks where to go? Into the moor, aha. But you shouldn't deviate from the path, otherwise it could become problematic. Whoever has a card with them still wants to know. Obviously nobody. Oh well ... well then - good luck ...

The essence of these walks is that the participants decide where to go. Well, that has to be put into perspective a little, because until now it was Manfred Borschke from Hoyerswerda who showed us where to go on these tours. Which somehow wasn't so wrong for all of them. And shows that the hiker obviously always needs guidance. Clear directives. So how should the Dubringer Moor be explored? “We could go to the lookout point. It's only ten minutes away ”, so the suggestion of one of the hiking friends. Another thinks “that we want to see something of the area”. Somehow one agrees on a round along the Vincenzgraben; past Zelder's ponds. Then, so the tenor, one could see what else is coming.

Home game for the mosquitoes

The Dubringer Moor - actually most of them know it. Some of them had already taken part in an excursion led by Nabu. In other words: it feels like you've seen everything here at least ten thousand times. And was probably stung just as often. From the mosquitoes.

"If we go faster, this swarm behind us won't catch up with us," said Horst Friedrich, who had come by bike from Hosena to take part in this hike. But going faster doesn't necessarily help. Mosquito repellent - that would be hip now. "You should have rubbed yourself in with vinegar beforehand," says someone who looks pained and rubbing his arms all the time. The mosquitoes, it seems, have not yet been on the agenda. But anyone who goes to the moor should know that "the little beasts have a real home game here," as you can hear. The path leads along the Vincenzgraben, the group stops again and again. Look down. It is photographed diligently. “Somebody was just here,” calls out a woman, pointing her finger into the grass. Young frogs, tiny creatures hopping across the path. There is a lot going on in the bog at this time. Bicycle bells sound. Around thirty women and men of the best-ager generation, dressed in khaki-colored leisure looks, look happily as they pass the group. "Well, they will certainly not be stung as fast as they are," they say. The path leads past the ponds. Gray geese pass by. They live monogamous, their whole life, as one learns from Horst Friedrich. As well as the swans that can be seen in the distance, in the back of the pond. Binoculars are drawn out. A gentle breeze refreshes everyone. "Isn't that wonderful?" The pests are gone, only a few mosquitoes buzz around.

Impressed by the vastness

How do you describe a hike that everyone has already experienced in one form or another? The writer Walter Pause, author of numerous hiking books, described his excursions in a language that is reminiscent of Eichendorff or Dickens: “So the group let the clapping wing beats of the taking off geese put them in a distant state of inner joy, they looked at the out of the Water-jumping carp as allies, as good friends, who one would have liked to have copied at these temperatures, immersed in the cool water. And on the way to the next reed-covered pond, maples shaded the day trippers, silver-gray beech trunks stood over tiny clearings ... “Hiking was and is also poetry.

The poetic streak in some of them is still a little more inspired when you reach the observation tower. Then you are impressed by this vastness. The size of the bog. In the distance you can see the Oßlinger mountains. Some look out in silence, others wonder whether and how red deer move in such swampy terrain. On the way back there is another short mosquito attack, then it's over, this not long, but quite entertaining excursion into the Dubringer Moor.

The next hike “I'll be there” will take place on Tuesday, August 30th. The meeting point is at 10 a.m. in the parking lot of the Caminau nature trail at the kaolin factory.