The best family-friendly hikes and walks around Buckowsee

In many places you have a great view of the lake

very beautiful, old hand pump with plenty of decorations

There are places that are more than just a landscape. The Wolfsschlucht (Wolf Gorge) in Märkische Schweiz (Markish Switzerland) is one such place – and its upper section is a pure natural adventure. 40 meters of elevation separate the Dachsberg from the Kleiner Tornowsee (Little Tornow Lake), but the path between them is no stroll, but an expedition through Brandenburg's small wilderness. A Weichselian glacial valley, just like in a book – if that book tells of damp roots, slippery carpets of leaves, and childlike climbing. Anyone who walks here in dry weather immediately understands: This isn't just a gorge, it's a stage. For little explorers crawling through the undergrowth with shining eyes. For grown-up children who forget they're actually adults. And for dogs who think they're in Canada. Deviating to the right or left from the actual path isn't an obligation, but an inner compulsion – somewhere between climbing fun and primal instinct. The trees lean over the path like spectators, some lying sideways, as if asking, "Well, can you get over it?" Others creak with quiet approval as you push past. And if you pause for a moment, you'll sense it: This place is a relic from another time – shaped by glaciers, animated by mosses, and steeped in history.

The name itself sounds like a verse: Poetensteig (Poet's Trail). As if a hiking-boot-wearing Rilke had proclaimed it on a weekend trip. Indeed, this path lies north of Buckow and winds its way, a good 8 kilometers long, through a landscape that can't decide whether it wants to be Brandenburg or a poem. It goes up and down, as befits a path that leads through terminal moraines and meltwater gullies – specifically: over the Dachsberg and through the Wolfsschlucht (Wolf's Gorge). Märkische Schweiz lives up to its name. Here, beech trees bend over root-rich paths, mossy tree ruins lean against history, and somewhere in between, a mouse rustles, perhaps just the echo of a thought. The Silberberg isn't just called that because the light there sometimes shimmers like metal through the leaves. If you listen closely, you might hear the quiet gurgling of the Silberkehle (Silver Throat), a spring valley that later, quite unpretentiously, flows into the Großer Tornowsee (Great Tornow Lake). The lake itself remains in the background – a silent stage on which no drama is played out, except that of one's own thoughts. And although everything here is natural – from the roots to the distant view – the Poetensteig seems as if it were selected by human hands, almost curated, with a dramatic sense of light, foliage, and slowness. A path that knows no hurry and needs none.

Caution!!! The beavers have done a great job here. The path through the beaver lodge is dangerous, so be careful!

Great view of the Schermützelsee after the climb to the Schlossberg.

Very beautiful, varied hiking trail

The small lake is, so to speak, the appendage of the Schermützelsee.