LAZAROW WORLD HIKE-ABOUT
Nevada: Heading toward 'Big Dunes'.
'WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HIKE-ABOUT?'
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 enable 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 2018, the blog contained over 1,000 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."
Whereas we continue to update the blog regularly, we no longer circulate email notifications each time, VIP's excepted and special occasions.
Friday, January 17, 2020
This is for Doug Morton of Pietermaritzburg.
"Hey, what's the rush?"
61 years age difference and Benny is explaining the facts of life to Gaga who in turn will enlighten me...later.
Could say we viewed 2 pairs of pelicans. (Frankly, we can say whatever we like...what matters is whether anyone will listen.)
The beauty that surrounds...
That's the signal.
Wing or is it a flap test.
Up, up and away...mind the dam(n) wall.
Sometimes it's the simple things which have a depth of beauty.
There's a sign warning against making contact with the water. Benny must have missed it.
Jenni and Jeffrey
Sunday, January 12, 2020
43.20 Bulgaria, Devin: Color and views of a town nestled in the Rhodope Mountains. 43.21 Bezbog, a hike to the lake and nearby Vihren/Kutelo.
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Interesting weather in Devin.
A few times a week, of course depending on where we are, we find ourselves in wide-open, natural spaces. It is a wonderful feeling; it’s as if a person is alone in a big, wide world. We know the world is a big place because we have walked about 9,000 miles over the last 9-and-a-bit years and have hardly gone anywhere. In fact, if we were to put things in perspective, it’s as if we have not left home (wherever that may be). Often, but not always, whether it’s on foot and in motion or while stopping for brunch, we look around and the first thing we try to remember is in which part of the world we are—which country to be precise. We don’t think it’s because our memories are fading but sometimes it’s just that—we get a little mixed up. Maybe it's an age issue after all.
Once we get that part sorted out, we think about where we are in relation to a village or small town. Out in the wide-open spaces means that we are some distance from cities and big towns. Another way of expressing it is that not only are we away from the familiarity of home but we are often in foreign lands which is compounded further at being in remote regions of these unfamiliar countries. It is wonderful that there are no vehicles about (except when we are lost), few people although we love meeting fellow hikers but at times, the tranquility and peace is interrupted by rowdy individuals. Today, and the last week in particular, we were the only people on the mountains, at least we did not see a sole other than two youngsters on only one of the hikes. There are usually horses, cattle, sheep and when we are fortunate, chamois, birds and probably many other animals that remain hidden. Of course, in Africa, the game is more prevalent.
As an aside, the various people of many nationalities we've met on Hikeabout has been one of the highlights of our adventure.
A while back in the Low Tatras in Slovakia, we heard a bear growling below. It sounded like it was in awful pain, resisting and whining about the hibernation period or seeking and missing a mate. Who knows as we do not understand the creatures other than to show them healthy respect and to keep our distance. We have come close on a few occasions but at each meeting, it was cordial and ended in the bear turning and going its own way. Just last Sunday, we heard what sounded like a bear in a forest outside of Devin. We strained our eyes to try spot the creature but apparently, it did not wish to be found...continues at end.
The town of Devin from some height.
The town from real height, Grebenets Peak, the other side through the telephoto.
Color our world, hence, the jacket.
An employment opportunity? Perhaps, a rest.
A hike to Grebenets Peak yonder, through the dense forests.
A place 2 hours, north:
After more than 2 hours on trail, mostly climbing, another 40 minutes to go on a spectacular finish.
En route to the summit, Mount Vihren, Bulgaria. (The second highest in the Balkans.)
Through gorgeous forests.
It's a country covered in trees.
...and this is how they drag them around. I stood and applauded the driver after he got the truck out of the ditch...he appreciated the gesture but still did not offer us a ride.
A rocky departure from Bezbog peak.
Back to the tranquility of the natural wide-open spaces. After returning from our destination, Chairski Lakes, and with more than an hour to go, we sat down to rest. We had been on the go for many hours, the last 2 at a brisk pace as we did not wish to return in failing light. From the sitting position, we moved to one of resting on our elbows, gazing into the distance and taking in the surroundings close-by, as well as basking in the sunshine of the late autumn days. We were engulfed in this massive array of trees and long grass, mountains surrounded us, sheep in the distance and the wind had picked up a little. We remembered we were in the Rhodope Mountains close to Greece, a particularly quiet range, still an hour and a bit walk from the village of Trigrad, which has a population of 618 people.
We each had our own thoughts and we shared some of them. We could be lost in the wilderness, (it’s happened before), short of food and warm clothing; we could meet hostile people or animals, the weather could change suddenly. In fact, so much on the negative side could occur including injuries and no one in the world would know or usually knows where we are that it was enough to question our thinking and lifestyle.
On the other hand, we could continue to breathe the fresh air, feel the upliftment of completing the hike and meeting another challenge or accomplishment, absorbing unique sights we see on each occasion, discovering more of the world, thinking of what it all means and evaluating ourselves in the context of a massive world. We also see ourselves as two tiny specks who will leave Planet Earth and be quickly forgotten although while here, we’ll treasure and savor every moment in which we undertake productive, challenging, meaningful and rewarding behavior—our effort versus reward principle enunciated, briefly. We absorb all of this and usually feel something move through our souls. The feeling occurs regularly, almost daily when out on the mountains and in different environments from our base. We realize we've been touched again and are most fortunate: Life on the road has been meaningful; in fact, extraordinary.
On the other hand, we could look at all the negatives facing us, turn inwards and...panic.
Jenni and Jeffrey
A Fond Farewell to Eastern Europe—Slovakia.
From Kondraka Peak and Giewont—Poland
Sister of Vihren—Kutelo, Bulgaria.
Town of Bansko, mostly under cloud, viewed from trail of Kutelo.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
In memory of Mannie Edelstein, a man with a small ego, a warm heart and a big smile who brought meaning into the world and motivated many, including ourselves.
Back to the beach as we go 'walking on a winter's day'...'step onto a cliff we pass along the way...'
Some tricky and slippery sections as we return from the beach.
We meet a new creature, a falcon.
One of our favorite places in San Diego, after Lake Poway, is the glider port. It provides beautiful views of the ocean, sunsets, birdlife and most of all, a steep drop to ocean level with a spectacular return climbing up the cliff rather than using the rough steps. Like all things in life, there is also a disadvantage to it. Below the port is an officially sanctioned nudist beach--that's the negative side. Call me a prude but it's not positive or even attractive to walk on that beach when the weather is reasonable. It seems when the temperature rises, people like to hang-out, stick-out or is it hang-over or whatever. It also seems that the predominant gender of nudists is male which is, for me, off-putting. In addition, many of the participants in this very passive activity are older than us or if not, have bodies that have spent much time in sedentary positions and/or have consumed more foodstuffs than recycled. All-in-all, it's a bit of an eyesore unless the temperature drops below 60 degrees.
Call me a sexist should you wish, but to the contrary, should the predominant gender be of the feminine persuasion, I might have a different view. In fact, I would say it would be a very interesting view indeed. (Truth be told, a little modesty shown by all would be most welcome). As it is, we have to reach the beach to do the climbing back and other activities, so when the temperature drops, it is a treat. We get the opportunity to undertake all we wish without having to view the relics...and you know what can wash up on the sand.
An exciting path in our temporary backyard.
I think it's known as the 'swinging arm' technique. Acts to balance the climber and crack the spouse.
Hoping falcons don't like heights. They don't do they?
Some color and beauty in San Diego.
The speed of the bird is phenomenal.
Can't remember slipping but there was one section I would have liked to have had more traction.
Began to flap its wings. Apparently, it's something we said.
Jenni and Jeffrey
Haunting: Season changing...fascinating, Zion National Park.
Jenni summits at the Angel, Zion, Utah. A sharpshooter murders two military personnel from a great distance.
White Sands National Park, New Mexico—scene of white sands oozing red blood.
A window of opportunity at Bryce Canyon, Utah. Beauty covers death and despair.
Found a more interesting spot than the usual summit on Angels Landing. (Sharpshooter fires from the position.)
Mount Humphreys, Arizona...bodies found on the peak.
Clear Creek Trail, Mount Shasta, the scene after the attack on 3 family members and a companion.
Madam rests on Observation Point, Zion National Park. The scene of a vicious attack.
Returning from a murder scene, Mount Hood, Oregon.
Jenni and Jeffrey