Top 20 Natural Monuments around Regensberg

At 859 meters, the Burghorn is the highest point on the Lägerngrat. From here, you can enjoy spectacular panoramic views: to the south over the Limmat Valley to the Alps 🏔️, and to the north into the Surb Valley and the Aargau Jura 🌳 – a perfect place for a break with a view!

Great trail, highly recommended

The pond owes its existence to groundwater, which is forced to rise through a watertight obstacle. The rising groundwater stirs up fine, light sand, interspersed with white snail shell debris, which was used as writing sand until the beginning of the last century. Legend of the "Goldig Tor" (short version according to Meinrad Lienert) Once upon a time a shepherd boy was tending sheep at the pond. It was a glorious foehn day and the boy lay down on the bank with his eyes heavy with dreams. Suddenly a maiden emerged from the pond up to her shoulders. She lured him with a golden ring on her hand. The boy tried to grab the ring and leaned over the water. Suddenly the maiden took him in both arms and sank with him. He had barely disappeared when his farmer rushed over, because he had heard his shepherd boy cry out. But he could not see his little shepherd anywhere. Suddenly it shot up like a candle from the golden sand whirlpool in the pond in front of him. He quickly pulled it to the bank. After a while the boy opened his eyes and began to tell what had happened to him: "The water maiden pulled me into an infinite depth. Suddenly I saw a mighty city with a huge golden gate. It just opened wide and a beautiful maiden stepped out. Now the maiden, who was holding me in her arms, opened her arms to greet her friend. At the same moment a whirlpool grabbed me and pulled me up with it. I don't know anything else." The shepherd boy returned to the pond again and again, but he never met the beautiful maiden again. Thanks to his story, however, we now know where the gold flakes in the water come from: they are washed off the golden gate and carried to the surface (content from the information board).

Great view of the Alps... difficult to walk...

Really a very nice, but sometimes a strenuous tour. At least for people who don't hike that much. Really good shoes and a sufficient and good physical condition are important. Then you can go. It is interesting and in good weather there are MEGA GREAT views. There's also a lot of rest areas. All in all, SUPER BEAUTIFUL.

Legend of Egelsee: Among the knights who once lived in our land there were many godless and violent people. No traveler on the road, no seed in the field, no ox at the plow and no carving in the trough were safe from them. They robbed, burned and murdered whatever fell into their hands. Such a monster of a knight also lived in a castle on the Heitersberg. His name was Riko. But his castle was called Bauernweh because it only brought misery and misfortune to the farmers in the area. For the knight went out every day with wild dogs and rough companions in arms and returned to his castle in the evening with heavy robbery. On the way back from one such foray, they once came to the farm of a widow who had not been able to pay the interest on time. The monsters packed up the woman's belongings, drove her and her children out of the house and set it on fire. The mother only wanted to take a handful of flour with her to make porridge for her youngest child. Then the knight tore the child from her arms and threw it into the flames. "Now there's no need for porridge anymore," he sneered and ran off with his flock. The mother knelt in agony by the burning house and begged heaven to have mercy on the people and end their misery. And heaven heard the lamentation of the unhappy mother. That same night a terrible storm hit the area. Lightning flashed down on the castle without interruption, and with a mighty crash it sank, along with all hands, a hundred fathoms deep into the abyss. The following morning a deep, black lake lay where she had sunk. For a long time he was feared and avoided by people. It's the Egelsee

Cool flowing trail along the ridge

Demanding route with sure-footedness