Bryce Canyon? No! Cedar Breaks, Utah.


Hike-about is an adventure that commenced June 2010. After storing our household movables, ridding ourselves of a house but retaining our 'home' together, we set off with the purpose
of hiking in different parts of the world, not forgetting the home country, the USA. Our primary focus is hiking to mountain peaks but any challenging hike will do just fine. Extended stays
allow us to enjoy and experience living in various places amongst differing cultures. Hike-about has evolved into a way of life. It's also a process of discovery, both the world and ourselves.

We work and live 'on the road' but return to the city in which our grandchildren reside, every couple of months. This provides us the wonderful opportunity to be with them as well as a
child or two,
even three and of course, friends.

By December 2017, the blog contained over 900 hikes, each a set of pictures with stories and anecdotes from the trails. An index to the right allows the viewer to identify earlier experiences.

Finally, we are often asked about the journey's end.
Our reply, as accurate as we can state, is: "When we are either forced to cease through health issues or the enjoyment level no longer reaches our aspirations, we will hang up the boots."

"A Life Experience As No Other: Dare to Seize the Day Together", published by Fulton Books, depicts our life on the road and mountains.

Jenni and Jeffrey Lazarow

Whereas we continue to update the blog regularly, we no longer circulate email notifications regularly, VIP's excepted.

Friday, August 10, 2018

'Feature Fotos Four day Forum' - Volcanoes.

Volcanoes, a few of so many:

Myvatn camp, Iceland. Jenni returns to our red-and-grey home below, walking toward a volcano.

Kiluawea Crater, Big Island, Hawaii.

Lava Butte, Nevada.

Mount Ngauruhoe, Tongariro, New Zealand at dawn.

Mauna Kea summit, Big Island, Hawaii.

Mount Rainier, Washington.

A view from Challhuaco outside of San Carlos Bariloche, Argentina.

A view from Mount Humphreys, Arizona, the state's 'big one'.

Peering across at Mount Shasta, California (north).

Sliding Sands, Haleakala, Maui, Hawaii.

Mount Hood, Oregon.

South Sister (Charity), Oregon.

Somewhere on Mount Shasta, California, at sunrise.

Cinder Cone, Lassen, California.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

36.21 Slovakia: High Tatras, Lake Batizovske 36.22 Croatia: Paklenica Hut.

Another, always steep, ascent to the lake on a wonderful and chilly summer's day in the High Tatras. A few pictures follow toward the end from Croatia, showing a different side of life in the region.

Depending on the sun and the clouds, the water color was ever changing.

Otis Redding reputed to have sung 'R(d)ock of the Bay' right here, not accompanied by the editor.

...after running through the forest and up this mountain carrying his guitar, (not accompanied by the editor, either.)

On a hot day, the water would be tempting. Unfortunately, summer is not hot in the Tatras, it seems.

Otis Redding used another voice...guess who? ( Strange but true although he was heard to comment at the time..."Lose the hat").

The last yard.

One for the show...

Back to Croatia.

Merely days young in Old Europe.

On track to find the trail in Paklenica Park heading to the hut of the same name.

A room with a beautiful view close to the big mountains (behind the house).


Jenni and Jeffrey

My 'Biker Babe', oh no, my goodness! She's out of control.

Thursday, August 2, 2018

36.20 Croatia: Velibit National Park, some lesser peaks, islands, fascinating clouds, all above the Adriatic.

A view of the previous visit's peak, an electrical storm on that day, from our summit.

A prime position with the Adriatic below.

We arrived in Strba, Slovakia, on a Friday afternoon, after traveling through a mountainous region and having stopped at a supermarket for supplies. We knew we were heading to a small town, even a village and so could not expect much in the way of shopping facilities. Little did we know how incorrect the premise would be. In the valley, below the High Tatras, are a number of towns and a large city, Poprad, with numerous supermarkets. Better more than less, good for competition and variety of products. After a restful period, Sunday would be our first day in ‘dem Tatras’. We researched, read and heard a little of these mountain ranges, the low and high Tatras. Whatever we heard and read certainly did not capture the essence of this spectacular and tough region.

With a twenty minutes journey ahead on a pleasant Sunday morning, we searched for Strbke pleso but were waylaid when the GPS decided she knew better. It’s one thing when we think we know a route but when the expert gets it wrong, it makes life uncomfortable, if not difficult. We eventually found the hiking starting point but not before we had to park the car in a very formal structure with a sophisticated system of equipment—read high prices. The lake and surrounding hotels with cableway access to partway up a mountain we hiked, is quaint, attractive and just lovely. Actually, it is a whole ski village with what looks like much accommodation, access by train and vehicles and the old standby, feet. The hike we completed was equally pleasant and a good challenge, too. Once again, we hiked part of it in a light rain. (The text pertains to the previous posting re photographs.)

The only blemish on the day was when we drove up one of the hills before we were lost. Travelling through the closest village or maybe the second one away from the lake, a uniformed fellow carrying what looked like a bazooka waved us down. Speeding through a village. What a terrible feeling and we had yet to begin our time on the mountains. We pulled over to the designated space for offenders and their cars and waited to hear what we had done wrong and the punishment thereof. Usually, the ticket would be forwarded to the rental car agency which would charge us anything from $50 upwards for administration charges. Administration in this context means they receive the summons from the police and email it to us. That’s the full responsibility. Good business. One of these days I can see them advertising discounted rates for ‘speedy drivers’.

The officer explained we were speeding, actually, the driver was speeding. I’ve told Jenni she has to take it easy but will she listen? No, of course not. That I was driving does not change the principle though, whatever that means but it sounds intelligent. I had not noticed any speed signage. He then informed us that the universal speed limit in villages was 50 kms per hour. Here was the win of the day. It appears they were having a cash special. Instead of the official charge, he could give us a discounted rate at the equivalent of $36 in cash. Immediately, my mind raced (slow down, we nearly got another fine) to the beloved country and thought these were ex-South African cops—the new South Africa and all that. However, we think it was genuine because he gave us what looked like official documentation. Who knows? Nevertheless, it was a good feeling to get the daily special and not have to have it linked through the rental car company. I’ve never enjoyed a speeding ticket so much—a little like the tight-shoes syndrome. Hopefully, Jenni learned a good lesson.

We call these "Maude Clouds", they create much enchantment.

Like tended gardens but actually wild and free. (There's always a little church, even in the most remote places.)

We commence our dense descent from the peak.

Spectacular sunsets in the region.

After a tough day on the mountains, 'park' the boat in Senj and pop in for a Diet Coke.

Close to sea level again.


Jenni and Jeffrey

My ('little bit') pregnant friend here does not speak Hungarian so I'm helping him out—"Do you speak English?"

We often get lost but sometimes we really get lost. After this, I feel like a for 'ever rest'. Even Australia features on the board; what a small world to walk!

Can you blame us for getting lost? What do you make of this signboard? All we wanted was a bathroom (and Chopok).

"That's the saddest story I've heard in a long time but you still can't play with my camera or anything else of mine." Talking with a Canadian born in Croatia who turned around when we explained what he faced ahead. (The editor often captures these scenes, catching me off guard.)

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

36:19 Slovakia: High Tatras, Solisco Peak, an earlier hike, a fabulous day.

The target, hidden for a few moments. (Good thing because I was able to convince the editor it was much lower than it looked.)

Nearly home as we approach Lake Strbske pleso, the surrounding trees gave it a distinctive look.

While we come
across tough youngsters on the trails in America, Europeans seem to have an ingrained love and desire to be in the mountains and on the trails. No one matches the Germans on an international scale—they are the most prolific hikers and travelers of all. The French are the next big group that one can spot on the mountains of the world. However, regarding the young, and mainly during the school holidays, what we observed in Eastern Europe and particularly Slovakia, was simply amazing. Kids of all ages, ranging from 6 years, some even less, hiking steep and rough trails.

We have mentioned from time-to-time how rugged and hardy we thought the people of this region are. We certainly still have that same opinion but even more so. When you see how the kids are brought up with regard to outdoor life, it tends to reinforce our view of the toughness of the inhabitants around the Carpathian Mountains. Of course, the real cherry on the top is the bonding taking place within families, and from an early age, as they struggle and sweat together.

The day’s hike was much over 2,000 feet but truth be told, we can’t remember and information is sketchy. However, it had a long first section which began at the lake and reached the top of the cable station. Thereafter, it was a little less than an hour climb up a steep mountain to reach a small peak with terrific views. The sights were outstanding and we can imagine a winter covering, of snow and/or sunrise/sunsets, would make the place heavenly.

Loved the scene as we commence the very steep section.

How green are the valleys.

Look of incredulity on his face. Does he think you reach peaks by walking on level ground? At least the rain ceased.

Jenni passes 3 women who called their 'own peak' and turned.

Remarkable scenery viewed from the peak.

Curtain opens...

"I can't seem to find my bag, Jen. Did you happen to notice it?"

More scenes from Andorra...we mean Slovakia.

Jenni reaches the peak.

Contemplating...a lot more relaxing than the trip down.


Jenni and Jeffrey