LAZAROW WORLD HIKE-ABOUT

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'LAZAROW WORLD HIKE-ABOUT: 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 the end of 2023, the blog contained over 1,560 hikes (less than that actually undertaken), 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.
O
ur 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 until the beginning of 2017. It has developed 'exponentially' since then.

Jenni and Jeffrey Lazarow

Whereas we continue to update the blog regularly, we circulate email notifications infrequently.

Friday, August 1, 2014

18.12 Akranes: Akrafjall, a steep and interesting mountain range. 8.13 Ridge at Keilir (not shown)






Jenni leans correctly after reaching one of the sub-peaks.





In the early stages of a hike that never levels. We kept an eye on the car the whole way up. Can't be
too careful.





We made it around the island in our Yaris, that’s a Toyota or for the women, a white car. We don’t mean
any disrespect; we find that many women focus on cars by color. We think that’s a better idea than having a bunch
of men staring under the hood not knowing what they are looking at and what they expect to see. In the alternative,
one can always kick the tyres. We realize we might be a little off topic so we’ll pull ourselves right back.
Where were we? From start to finish, it took us thirteen days but of course, it could have been that many weeks
or even years. We mentioned before but the thirteen nights spent in our tent were terrific. We dealt with rain,
cold, wind and even a midnight sun, not forgetting a blowout.





Jenni in a rock maze or so we termed it.




Heading for the first false peak, a wonderful experience.




From the summit, we did some bird watching. Approximately, 2,600 feet above the ground below.



We liked the way Jenni arranged the tent, especially for the Sabbaths when we had to stay put for at least
two nights. Our longest duration turned out to be three nights in Egilsstadir although a longer visit to
the town of Akureri would have been fitting, too. Anyway, we had the wash things allocated to the bathroom,
food and utensils in the kitchen and sleeping bags, air mattresses in the…you guessed it, the bedroom.
Smelly boots were outside the door although the lady of the house kept hers indoors. We had an interesting
arrangement for the intimate bathroom items but as our children might read these blogs at times, we’ll save
them any possible embarrassment. It’s funny how children are so easily embarrassed by parents or maybe it’s
just us. Sometimes we wonder how we managed to bring them up. Fortunately, we observe Natalie and her children
and she is teaching us all the things we missed. We attain much joy watching this process at an ‘arm’s length’.
We do believe we’ve strayed from topic once again.



My bag is packed, I'm ready to go...on the way down.




The high point of the climb, 2,600 feet.




'Say love, won't you please focus...I'm talking to you.'


On our last driving day around the island, we stopped four times before Jenni was satisfied with a camp.
The other stays were ‘first shot’ choices. In the end, she made a wise decision because as we arrived back in
Reykjavik and drove through the gate, the camp was buzzing. It was massive with many tents, a youth hostel,
outbuildings and a great cooking and recreation area. People from seventy nations were present. Okay, at least
twenty. Talking of representatives, the only fellow South African we met in the three weeks happened to be a
tour operator/guide. It was terrific to meet Chris who’s from Natal and the Cape. His business is to lead
tour groups of mainly Americans, around Iceland. Quite a world we live in these days.




Talk about focus, you've got some chirp.




The town of Akranes as seen through a telephoto lens from somewhere on the mountain.




Negotiating the rocks at the first peak.



Getting back to the nationals. There’s a certain atmosphere when you have people of different ages,
nationalities and walks of life in a ‘residential area’ such as a camp. Strangely enough, there were many
people older than our editor and of course, a lot more, younger. When we were not reading, sleeping or minding
our business, we sat and observed life about us—fascinating. The Sabbaths are obviously a rest day. However,
after some of our tiring days and weeks, sometimes it’s difficult to tell whether we are resting or comatose.




Looks wiped out and "We've only just begun".




I thought I saw an editor between rocks, a hard place and a little color.


Once again, thank you one and all for traveling with us. In the case of some friends, we actually feel it.
It is a wonderful experience. By the way, some of you forgot to pay your hotel and camping bills so expect a charge
from us on our return. Seriously, thank you for your interest, advice and support. Some write so beautifully that we
are motivated by your encouragement.

We’ll see you in New Hampshire, that’s the United States, not England. We look forward to rejoining the summer period.


Cheers,


Jenni and Jeffrey




Our landlady in Reykjavik explains in excruciating detail the quantity of washing powder required.
Meantime, including the sneaky photographer, there are three of us in a tiny bathroom with a washing machine.





J(enni)-walking along an avenue in downtown, Reykjavik, with a magnificent backdrop.

1 comment:

J. S. Vila said...

Las fotografías son de unos paisajes sumamente extraordinarios y bellos de Islandia.