Burgh-Haamstede, Netherlands, to Blankenberge, Belgium. 107 km. Temperature 60 to 66 F, wind 6 to 16 mph, with gusts to 21 mph, out of the southwest and west. Some rain last night but nothing while we were riding. Cloudy in the morning turning to mostly sunny in the afternoon.

So typically Dutch. A wonderful bicycle path, excellent route signing, and a historic windmill. Of course everything is flat unless riding up or down the path onto a levee.

This area of the Netherlands has a substantial set of sand dunes between developed land and the sea. Most of the sand dunes are vegetated with trees, including pine in the photo below, but also birch and oak. This vegetation helps stabilize the dunes from wind erosion and provides a buffer between the sea and developed lands.

Other dunes along the route are stabilized with grasses and shrubs. Much of this area is signed “access forbidden” and fenced with barbed wire. The photo below shows sand covering the path. The work of clearing the trails must be enormous, but these trails are paved with either asphalt or brick and maintained to remove root bumps or holes in the surface. Though it is hard to see in this photo, there is a wind turbine on the left side of the photo. The Dutch are using the wind to generate power.

The Zeehondenbank is a large bay with a bridged causeway. However the bridge is designed to control tidal water from entering the bay. Large flood gates allow water to exit the bay during low tides as is happening in the photo below. During this photo there is around a five foot drop between the bay into the North Sea.

This photo shows a windsock as we ride into the wind. Yes, the winds are strong and we were very glad it was not a side wind. But riding into the wind is also hard work. Thank goodness the causeways have a safe bicycle route next to the highway.

Today was a slow day. It was difficult to sustain 15 km/h, and the bicycle computer showed an average speed of 7 km/h, including stops. By lunchtime, we had only traveled 30 km to the town of Domburg. This town was surprisingly busy for a weekday.

However, most restaurants were not open, but we did find one serving Dutch pancakes. Legs ordered a Dutch pancake with a local Dutch cheese, leeks, and eggs served with sugar beet syrup. Feets had a salad with cheese wrapped in phyllo. Cheese that Legs soon devoured.

In the Zwin area, we crossed from the Netherlands into Belgium. We did not see a sign designating a crossing on the bicycle/pedestrian path.

When we were not riding in the sand dunes, we were riding on a boardwalk through resort cities. Most tourist facilities were in the process of closing down. Many of the bathing shacks on the beach, play areas and restaurants were being removed for the winter.
The first town we entered in Belgium was Knokke. The wide boardwalk had several of these pedal buggies. The pedaling passengers sat in the back as on a cart, and the child could sit on the horse out front. We know someone who would have loved a ride on this.

We made it to Blankenberge at 17:30. It was time to check into the motel on the beachfront. With the off season, the prices for a room were much more in line with our budget. After checking in and getting settled, it was getting dark, and with the headwind all day, our legs were tired. It was time for dinner and bed.



























