Erik dubbed this natural feature "Sand Spaghetti." I hypothesize that it's a mollusk of some kind down there blowing out air and pushing up the sand. Dr. Rust had seen it a billion times but never really cared, apparently. I guess familiarity breeds contempt, even against sand spaghetti.
Bivalve carnage.
Bivalve carnage.
After lunch and some more touring around, we stopped off at Kappeln (I think), where we saw a church where Dr. Rust's dad was once pastor. We also saw the house where Dr. Rust lived with his parents and brothers for a year or so.
The steeple and part of the church. Dr. Rust wanted to hang a ham radio antenna from this baby, but his Dad wouldn't let him.
We also saw the building where Dr. Rust attended gymnasium (German high school for smarties) and visited the gravesite of his father before meeting with a few more of Dr. Rust's friends for tea and cake.
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