BERGHOTEL MUMMELSEE The new Mummelsee Hotel is based on the fascination of a style that has accompanied “Black Forest life” for many years. The harmonious world with tradition, charm and joie de vivre should be continued together with the guests. Local woods, unmistakable colours and shapes contribute to the fact that your stay will be one of your best memories. The Mummelsee, beautifully situated on the Black Forest High Road, is the largest of the seven remaining cirque lakes in the Black Forest. It is 3.7 hectares in size, has a circumference of around 800 metres, is 18 meters deep and is 1,036 meters above sea level. Incidentally, the name of the Mummelsee goes back to the white-water lilies, which are popularly called “Mummeln”. There are many activities offered, such as, Nordic walking and hiking sticks, rental backpacks including snacks and a drink for day tours, tour maps (for overnight guests) and tour advice for hikers, cyclists and motorcyclists, also, skiing and tobogganing during the winter months.

THE MUMMELSEE LEGEND

The Mummelsee in the dark fir grounds has its mysterious name from the lake maidens or Mümmlein. You live in its unfathomable depths in a magnificent crystal castle. It is surrounded by lush gardens where blood-red coral grows alongside fragrant water lilies. The little mummels are lovely, charming figures of delicate, slender growth and rosy beauty. Every night they rise to the surface of the dark waters, perform a lovely dance to the sound of the instruments, or hasten to the nearest houses in the valley with the spindle. In the past, the little mummels often came down into the valley to the farmers and woodcutters, helped in the house and yard or looked after the children when the women had work to do in the fields. They were there early in the morning. But as soon as it was night and the stars were out, they all had to be back in the crystal castle at the bottom of the lake. So, it was commanded them by their king. One of the beautiful lake maidens fell in love with a young farmer’s son from Seebach. When the fair was again in the valley, the mermaids came down to the inn where the dance was. Mummlein, who was fond of the farmer’s son, danced one dance after the other with his beloved. Far and wide there was no girl as beautiful as the little mummel, and no one could dance so gracefully and easily. When it started to get dark, all the damsels from the lake returned to their crystal castle. Only the one mermaid who had her lover in the village could not part with him. She only wanted to do one more dance. She thought it was just earlier night down there in the valley than up in the forest. But she danced another dance and another. And time passed, and she didn’t know how. Suddenly, ten o’clock struck on the tower. Now the mermaid became aware of her carelessness. Her heart trembled. And she pulled her lover out of the room. She hurried up the mountain forest with him in silence. When they came to the lake, she said in a sad voice: “Now we will probably never see each other, because I will have to die. Wait a while longer on the shore. If blood rises from the depths, I have lost my life; if not, I will be with you again soon.” She took a willow rod and struck the water three times with it. Then it parted, and a marble-white staircase appeared, leading down into the crystal castle. The water closed again behind the Mümmlein. It was dark night and not a wave stirred. Then a small dark red wave rose up from the depths of the lake.