LAZAROW WORLD HIKE-ABOUT

Tonto National Forest, Arizona. Climbing 'very junior' Weaver's Needle (also known as baby-steps).

'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 2019, the blog contained over 1,100 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.
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.

Jenni and Jeffrey Lazarow

Whereas we continue to update the blog regularly, we no longer circulate email notifications each time, VIP's excepted and special occasions.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

A mix of three hikes: Iron Mountain, The Woodson & Blue Sky: The birds and bees...without the bees.


After a terrific and fast hike up-and-back to the peak of Mount Woodson, resting and watching the behavior of the birds was both relaxing and stimulating. Sipping a cup of coffee while the perspiration dried wasn't too bad either. The other two hikes brought in different birds and sunrise scenes, equally enjoyable but caffeine free. It's a treat, if not a privilege, to watch the dawning of a new day.



'Bogey' flies between the trees as it drops down in an attack.




The potential prey is unimpressed; in fact, rather bored, it seems.




The attack is aborted and the 'predator' banks and flies off over a glass-like lake surface.




Meantime, dawn on Iron Mountain arrives.




At early light, taken from somewhere on Mount Woodson.




Mount Woodson is visible from the 'Iron', a very rocky region.



A little tipsy as a pelican prepares to land for another 'drink'.




Pelicans, graceful on the surface. Trying something a little different with the camera and loving it.




Dust in the air at dawn as we look toward the layers of mountains.




"Heh! You like a full frontal. Then let me have your sunglasses, please."




"Okay fellas, let's get all you ducks in a row," the leader (lower right) instructs the gang.




Back at lake level, we've gone 'green'...well, really blue.




One more dusty sunrise over layers of mountains, and partly hidden Black Mountain.




Lake Poway is visible as we return to the base of the mountain; the low clouds and mist obscure the town, partly. Arguably, a favorite spot of ours in San Diego.




It seems that 'birds of a feather, stick together' is probably correct.



Cheers,

Jenni and Jeffrey

Thursday, November 17, 2016

A different view from Woodson, no clouds.

We returned to San Diego and are on 'vacation' until the year end. We'll update the blog should we find things of interest, otherwise we'll resume in January..


A mountain that initiated a change in our lives, Mount Woodson of Poway. Facing mostly west one early Sunday morning.




At first, it appeared a simple scene. Very little high cloud, the sun surpassed the sunrise optimum viewpoint and the town lay below. The longer we stood and admired the scene, the more it grew upon us. Frankly, it's magnificent, in my opinion.




Personalizing the sunrise's reflections.




Glorious boulders and rocks...the stuff of kitchen countertops.




A longer view from the peak, west facing.




I think I'm stuck, The Potato Chip. This popular, over-used San Diego spot is only clear in the early hours.




An attraction of the early morning hikes, reaching the summit with the sun.




Beam me up, Jenni.


Thursday, November 10, 2016

28.24 Evia, Greece: Fixated on a fire spotter employment opportunity and some concluding highlights from Greece.



"Come up and see me sometime, Mae".




"You want me, big boy, get your bu..down here," the editor counters as she pukes...um peaks.




Meantime, encouraged by the editor's response, he takes off on boulder hopping with glee only to return to earth
a second later with a bump or two. Will he ever learn? The answer is self-evident.





A view of Steni Dyrfios, one of the main reasons we went to the island. On the day set aside for the climb, the weather turned us back.




Fooling around (with much care) on the rocks below the peak.




The port of Eretrea, calm and tranquil.





A handful of highlights from Greece
:


When walking along the cliff edges, surrounded by icons, edifices and monoliths while taking in the stupendous views, one realizes how insignificant we are in the greater picture. On second thoughts, one also realizes how fortunate one is to stand in such wondrous places with memories that are sometimes overpowering, intimidating and humbling but always uplifting. It matters not that one is insignificant but rather that one passed this way and perhaps took something from the experience and maybe, left a little of oneself, too.


Rising on Mount Gingilos, Crete and looking down into Samaria gorge.




Colors falling into autumn on Mount Olympus, close to the base.




Part of the trail before rock scrambling on Mount Gingilos.





Between Hora Sfakion and Lutro, Crete, we go examining an edge.




Down into the canyon and up the opposite mountain, Delphi.




The town of Kirra, 6 miles away by foot, through olive plantations, lit by the early morning sunlight.




Jenni at the peak of one of the nicest hikes we've done, Mount Gingilos again.




'Stone mountain' on Mount Olympus.




The Olympus forests are gorgeous; Jenni approaches the end of the hike.




Peak of Gerontovrachos in Parnassos National Park.





Between the gap, another monastery in Meteora.




Sailing into the sunset from Hora Sfakion, Crete.




On trail, Gingilos again. Obviously, loved the place and the climb.




A couple of antiquities, the famous one is on the left at ground level. (Town of Delphi below).




From Athina, a night view of the Acropolis.




Epitomizes some of the struggles. Although not the toughest hike by a long way, it was a meaningful picture for me (Jeffrey) on Mount Olympus, Greece's highest.



We'd like to thank those people who take an interest in the blog and by extension, worry about Jenni falling off mountains. A special acknowledgment goes to Maude, Joanne and Ron, Jonna as well as Hil. Finally, to Barry Jahn, who takes our twisted logic and gives it another twist which usually makes it understandable or at least, what we try to convey. Thank you to many for amusing us—it makes life that much more meaningful and fun.


Cheers,

Jenni and Jeffrey

Sunday, November 6, 2016

28.23 Evia, an approach in the Olympus mountains to a peak without a trail...dummies.


This hike woke us; actually, it was rock climbing the whole way. Jenni on the way down but not out.



When we hiked up the other Olympus, the one on the mainland, we found it a good test. However, because of the route we followed on Evia's Olympus, the hike was tougher and dangerous. It made us think of our hike down the former mountain with Arik, Maia and Alex. We broke into song at one stage. Appropriately, it was 'Life is a very narrow bridge...but the thing is not to fear'. We doubt the lyrics are heard that frequently in Greece. We are quite sure, while the content is stirring, our delivery did not reach a level of acceptability.
It was a nice moment though, the poignant memories of each day that accumulate to make a fuller life.

For the rest, the sequence of pictures provides a better understanding of the day's experience. (Continues after pictures...)


On the way up, surprises, one after another.




Meantime, instead of rock climbing, Nero, I mean 'the hero', plays the fiddle...um ram's horn (shofar) while the editor burns up the mountain. He also cradles the skull, unusual for a squeamish lad. The time of year was appropriate to blow one's horn.





Trying to emulate the goats; a good idea but we're not that advanced.




Having fiddled around, he tries to regain some balance in life.




...then develops a speed wobble which invariable results in a spill...but not this time




Lower down, it looks like the editor is lost as she gazes around searching for a route or husband or whatever.




We made it, giving us a view from the top, the town of Gymno, Evia.




That evening, a reward was, we think, a 'Halloween Sun'.




We were so taken in by what seemed an ordinary scene that we show this picture out of context. Can you guess the location?




On our return from Greece, we realized we have more questions than answers. This seems obvious and correct. After all, who walks around each day storing answers for which no questions were asked? Can you imagine a person mentioning to those about him that the answer is ‘81’ or a 'red mango'. For example, we have a friend, Errol Grolman, who on occasion ends a discussion with ‘The answer is a lemon’. You see: That’s another situation in which having the answer seems meaningless. Because we are considerate of Errol, although he is much smarter than us, we know that before he is about to finish making a point, we might, occasionally, throw in a quick line like, “What’s yellow, smaller than an orange and somewhat bitter?” Of course, Errol has to answer the question which coincides with the conclusion of his comments and so it all ties together.

We don’t blame you should you not follow us but you must remember this year we had to think in Catalan, Spanish, Hebrew, Afrikaans, French, Zulu, Sotho, Swazi and recently Greek. So our minds might appear to be muddled. Nevertheless, they remain as sharp as any blunt instrument.

I realize, and if I didn’t, the editor certainly would reinforce it, that it’s enough about smoke, smoking, fires and other favorite topics. Nevertheless, there remain a few undiscussed issues that are worthy of bringing to closure. We mentioned briefly, that smoking of cigarettes is a national pastime. We wouldn’t be surprised to learn that qualification to gain entry into Greece as a permanent citizen requires taking up smoking should one not be a smoker already. It got so bad that instead of asking people intelligent questions, my first retort was, “Are you a smoker?” It’s been known that men take opportunities to ask young women many things—me, “Do you smoke?” Most do.

When I took up my post as a fire spotter on the mountaintop, the first thing I noticed in the hut perched at the highpoint was a smoke alarm. This made sense as should there be smoke, the alarm would ring and I could summon the helicopters and firetrucks. I was wrong. Apparently, the alarm rings every ten minutes as a reminder to the spotter to begin his next cigarette. You can’t make up stuff like this…well, I suppose I can.

We pose another great question of our times, we humbly state. Jenni likes a Greek salad, typically, a limited assortment of vegetables with olives and feta. (In the home country, it comes with a large slab of cheese as opposed to small chunks elsewhere.) However, when in Greece, is the use of the word “Greek” (as in salad) superfluous or redundant? Surely all food in Greece is Greek or at least implied, unless imported . I recall suffering many sleepless nights pondering the issue.

We trust that the few comments above provide some remarkable insights into that which occurs on the mountains and in the wilds. You too can be privy to such wisdom by joining us in a local hike sometime in late November or December when we will not only explore the great emptiness that exists in the unspoiled regions of the county but similarly, that equally vast emptiness in my head.


Cheers,


Jenni and Jeffrey