Spain 2015 (mainland). Returning in early evening from Black Rock.


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 2022, the blog contained over 1,470 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.
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 no longer circulate email notifications often.

Friday, February 3, 2023

57.03 Tenerife: Mount Guajara, Teide National Park, the highest mountain along the caldera rim.

All the hikes thus far show the lush conditions of the island. Greenery is prominent, forests are abundant, rain waters the plant life almost daily (currently), and of course, an ocean surrounds the land. This hike transports a person to a different landscape, something we always enjoy, often considered our favorite environment. The prominent icon of Teide National Park or in fact, the island, is Mount Teide. Visitors view it from many parts of the island (when not covered in clouds) and it's prominent within the park. For the record, residents may also gaze at it.

Teide Mountain, a volcano, Spain's highest viewed from Mount Guajara.
Never let your view become cloudless.
Grab a pair of binoculars and you'll see Jen ascending (blue sweater).
A position and view to live the mountain top.
Resting after negotiating a steep climb along a narrow edge.
Dry conditions and yet we come across snow and ice. Nature keeps us amused, fascinated, stimulated, on our toes, sometimes on our behinds, but always interested, humble (often humiliated) and tested.
From our peak to a much higher one.
Add a little color to a 'boring' environment.
Fascinating trail/climb.
Massive clouds.
Positions on the way up, a mound off-trail.
Jenni is a speck on the trail.
One more for the road. Actually, that's the road through the park...well maintained, too. Extra clouds thrown into add to the background.
I think that's the smug look again. Well earned, after a tough climb.
Jen about to descend from the peak. Ocean and town in the distance.
For perspective: A view of Mount Teide from the opposite side, another hike, a different day. Forest conditions on this side, desert, the other.

Jenni and Jeffrey

Wednesday, February 1, 2023

57:04 Tenerife: El Pris, positioned to inspire with its rugged beauty.

  Jen and I had walked down to the ocean on a Sunday. It’s a steep descent and then of course, the ascent is funnily enough, equally steep. It shows there is balance in the world. 

  We were eating brunch on a bench (picture 1) in a general area of Mesa del Mar, our new neighborhood haunt, when Jen pointed out a man had just exited from the pool. The pool is man-made but sits adjacent to the ocean. At the higher tides, it is filled with fresh seawater (pictures 3&4). Makes one think how one would explain fresh water in this context, usually meant to be water without saline. I digress. The man had no legs. It was sobering; watching him was humbling but also filled us with admiration. We often think of ‘I cried because I had no shoes until I saw a person with no feet’. 

The pool viewed from a position after completing two-thirds of the hike down (partial close-up). The bench we sat upon can be seen in front of the pool, our side. (For some of our South African friends, please understand as we were taking the photographs at the time, we were not yet on the bench. Just thought I'd clear that up.)
  The previous week, I intended to climb onto the rocky peninsula that sits in the water a short distance from where we sat (picture 2). However, the recent rains had made the underfoot extremely slippery and I climbed part of the way down the rocks toward the beach before the peninsula at which point I would then climb upon it. I decided it was too dangerous especially as this was our first outing since arriving in Tenerife and we were heavily jet-lagged. I also decided against placing my new hip at risk either. (One can rationalize anything, Jeffrey, great story or excuse.) 

The peninsula to the right of the pool. 
Love the next two photographs. Beats using the garden-hose.
After watching the legless man cope in his situation, I decided to complete the challenge: After all, I had not only 2 feet but 2 legs as well, including boots. There were some tricky positions, but it went off relatively smoothly. The highlight occurred when I had to flip my left leg a few feet (with feet), recently operated upon, over a rock on the ascent. It went off so well I thought I felt my eyes dampen. Truth be told, my new hip is wonderful; I am incredibly grateful and feel blessed for it. Every person, no matter who or what the circumstances, has the ability to inspire others. 

To the man with no legs, ‘Thank you’.

Arrived safely.
I drive Jen up a wall. Viewed from the highpoint on the peninula.
How's that curve?
On the way home, only a few more rock scrambles.
Jenni about to arrive in El Pris for a drink, blends in with the buildings.
El Pris from partway up the mountain.
Jen calls it a day; she takes to the road, on her way home passing one of our many, little 'holiday cottages'.


Jenni and Jeffrey

Sunday, January 29, 2023

57.02 Tenerife: Parque Rural de Anaga: Punte de Hidalgo to Chinamada but it's really Greek (Spanish?) to us. (Humbled by a great honor bestowed upon the family.)

A truly spectacular hike follows. It had narrow edges, steep climbs, incredible views, fascinating sights, testing moments, weather that appeared rough and worsening but remained reasonable for most of the day and finally, a desire to repeat the adventure...when rested. The great honor bestowed upon the family in Spain, expanded and explained, follows at the conclusion. 

It's not that far...a quick couple of thousand feet down...what's your problem?
Odd few edges...actually, for most of the way we were on edge...actually, edges.
Heading up, we turn around and ascertain where we began.
On and surrounded by high mountains.
Through the gap, too.
A little ocean below, too, for the warm days, while in the early stages of the ascent.
For those who prefer fresh water, then there's an alternative in the distance and far below.
We like a desert environment, so that's provided, too. The Spanish can be very accommodating.
Jen returning, the path below. Shows how steep it really is.
At the top, for the weary, accommodation provided, too.
Or, perhaps remain at the trailhead and think of walking into town for a colorful lunch.
I think if one went over the edge, one could land 'up a tree'. One of us studies the supposition.
Meantime, where is Moses when you want to cross a river...okay, a stream? The funny thing is that a person tries hard to avoid getting the boots and socks wet. However, should it happen, then these crossings become a lot simpler; just walk through the stream and forget about wetness. The idea is one can only be wet once. It's more far important not to be wet behind the ears.
Arches, too.
Found this a very attractive sight from the top.
The colors were that rich and bright—it seemed artificial. It's fascinating to see where people live. Frankly, it would make sense to us, too. Will we miss Starbucks, you might ask?
Only a little way up but nearly mesmerised by the sight.
The widest section from where, soon after, the incline feels vertical.
When we arrived at the trailhead, we thought the peak shown below might be our destination. Ever the optimists. Turns out that wasn't even half-way up and miles short.
The underfoot had many different types of materials.
Destination somewhere at rear/top.

  We suspected something was up during various visits to the internet before leaving US shores. A rumor was circulating in certain circles, the social media block(heads), that after 70 years, our family would be recognized, finally. I was to be the official representative for the clan. In addition, as we would be in Spain at the time, more specifically, the Canary Islands, it made sense that I act as the ‘family man’ or (person, for gender fussy types) to be present for this grand event. That we were to receive an award of this magnitude stunned us—still does. Could it really be true? Deep inside of me, I realized I had earned it and the honor would be fitting. Of course, I have tried to maintain my usual level of humility, even though under the circumstances, it’s awfully difficult—testing might be a superior expression. 

  Jenni has a habit of coming across a little too smart at times. She added, acerbically I thought, that I should not get ahead of myself which of course, I assured her, I don’t and won’t. ‘After all,’ she added, ‘with your attributes, you have much to be humble about.’ I gather there was a little Winston Churchill in her comment but what do I know. I believe she might be a little envious although I don’t know why because she did adopt the family name. I get ahead of myself…oops! 

  Since arriving in Tenerife, we had yet to be contacted. I found this a little surprising, even odd. However, knowing the local culture intimately, contacting me should be imminent, just a matter of time—what do they say: ‘maƱana’. Therefore, I have been patient as we continue to drive around the island in our vehicle and hike extensively in this beautiful place. Thus far, by the way, all hikes have been unique, something quite different from anywhere else we’ve visited. 

  Today, it happened. We were returning from a hike, an experience may be more fitting, when lo and behold, a sign on the freeway confronted us. It was a wondrous sight, still is. We don’t remember seeing that sign previously, so we believe it was erected overnight. The honor bestowed upon the family, well, really me. Sainthood! Furthermore, a precedent no less—a living saint. Rather than go into detail, they say 'a picture is worth (paints) a thousand words' or thereabout. Scroll down to get an understanding of the great honor. I could exaggerate or fabricate but the photograph supports the facts. 


Be aware
that while the ‘w’ is missing, clearly, there was insufficient space to include it on the signboard. Anyway, the 'w' is silent, perhaps just like me. I can live with it. After all, I don’t even desire the honor. My reputation and deeds in and of themselves, say it all (an extensive list follows). Nevertheless, it’s nice to be recognized and for that I’m most grateful to the Spanish nation. 

Muchas Gracias! 

Should there be a presentation ceremony in our honor or perhaps a major holiday declared in Spain, please join us should you be passing this way. Remember friends, no pressure...but it would be nice. 

Extensive list of accomplishments: 


Jenni and Jeffrey

An insight into the diversity of the island: From two hikes to be published soon. 

From Las Carboneras.
And Teide Park.  
  Mount Teide, Spain's highest, a volcano.