Cape Town, South Africa: Lion's Head one fine day.


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 November 2021, the blog contained over 1,330 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.

Saturday, January 22, 2022

"Why are you returning to visit South Africa again?" We have been asked. We thought of providing a pictorial answer.

A few people wondered and then fewer asked why we intend to return to South Africa so soon after our recent trip. Of course, we realize South Africa no longer offers the safety one would expect. As an aside, the United States doesn't either. Traveling is difficult these days with restrictions imposed which change upon a bureaucrat's whim. This adds to the risks. 

Just in case someone might think I'm trying to be subtle, don't! The mentality of these officers and employees of government drive me nuts. But worst of all, after 69 years of life, I have to say the lowest level of societies (there are a few exceptions) not populating the prisons are without doubt, the political class. With that I'll conclude the rant. I believe expressing myself as I did is a lot better than the alternative of violence that we experience currently. To show how low I might have stooped, but for the rant, I could have done something extremely foolish and dangerous: Consumed a whole tub of ice-cream at one sitting. So, thank you. 

To continue with our reasons, just two of them, for a revisit: Obviously, any opportunity to see Mom is a good one and the second follows in the form of a random selection of visuals of this beautiful country. Please note it's a tiny sample, mostly based in the Cape, a few from KwaZulu-Natal. 

To add more color to our lives.
To bridge the gap.
To improve balance.
For rock climbing.
To visit old friends...who are not that old.
To deal with athlete's foot or feet.
To observe the sun pour into the ocean.
To take time to relax via the devil's ravine.
To witness intrinsic beauty.
To scale new heights a.k.a. to show off.
To lug around an old bag.
To wash our clothes and boots more often than usual.
To negotiate wonders.
To stand above South Africa (in Lesotho) and look down in awe...or just to express ourselves.
To reflect at Howick Falls.
To revisit where we met Doug Morton, Elsa and Derryl.
To avoid the potholes on the macadamized roads by walking these.
To free ourselves from chains...well, not always.
To prepare for our upcoming movie: Rocky (IX).
To try to swim upstream.
To take the gap.
To reach the 'Table' the difficult way.
To follow Jenni.
To get our heads into the clouds.
To know fear and overcome it.
And reach above and witness treasures.
To never forget to provide a security blanket.
To see Franshoek from a peak.
To revisit the fairest Cape of them all.
As the kids are wont to say: To hang out or at our age, hangover.
To witness a new age where men are less inclined to don their hats or offer a seat to a woman.
To enjoy the gifts granted to us even as Jen struggles upwards.
To stand and gaze in awe.
To search for a Lion's Head below.
To close (almost) and return in color.

To welcome the dawn with joy...sometimes, with tears.
These are a few of our favorite things, Julie. 


Jenni and Jeffrey

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

50.49/.50/.51 Utah: Jupiter from Guardsman Pass, Bonneville on the circuit and Desolate Trails in Mill Creek Canyon.

Extraordinary wooded area below Jupiter.

The Desolate Trail was the first hike of our 61-day stay in the greater Salt Lake City region. At the time, our initial booking was for 9 days. The hike itself was reasonable but not something to tempt us to extend our visit. Thereafter, life became more exciting as each day passed. Had snow not arrived when it did, we could easily have extended further as there were some exciting hikes remaining for the taking. Instead, we moved off and headed to Page, Arizona where we suffered our way through two weeks of sheer delight. While we've often expressed our bias for the state of Utah, Page and Boulder City, two towns surrounding Lakes Powell (Arizona) and Mead (Nevada) respectively, send shivers down the spine just thinking of them. And that's in summer.  

 Odd guys out.
On the top of Jupiter, mountain not planet. A typical scene in Nepal. See below for proof.
Kala Pathar at 18,500 feet, I was so tired, I fell over and knocked the flags down. Everest is across the way.
We were tasked with clearing the area of "Mountain Angels". It's important to maintain standards in Utah. I gave them 2 hours to clear out of the state or they'd have to deal with Jenni. It seemed to work notwithstanding my black eye.

The black eye was the least of my issues. Missed the roundhouse from the guy behind the bike. Lay on my back dreaming of great sights.
Sharp climb.
Speaking of Jenni, she makes her way up the Desolate Trail.
Somewhere on the Bonneville Trail, who can resist?
Trying to hide from the 'Mountain Angels'; apparently not as brave as his tough words.
There's a price to pay for being rude. It was a long walk back to the city. Fortunately, I left her extra water. Sometimes I think I spoil her.

Jenni and Jeffrey

Friday, January 14, 2022

50.52 Page, Arizona: An assortment of positions while wandering about Lake Powell.

I think I have a passion for reflections...more passions, more enjoyment.

Besides the beauty, which is at times quite harsh and yet, softens when the sun rises and sets, there is a tranquility, an atmosphere that makes the region, comprising Lake Powell, Glen Canyon Dam, the flow of the one and only river, the Colorado, a very special place. (Also, makes me write long sentences.) 

At the lake, which appears to be a river to us, one is surrounded by magnificent colors, obviously various shades of blue and hues of reds and yellows. Reflections off the water abound, constantly changing in shape, size and color. Add in the hills extending from water level up and outwards with mountains in the background, and the scenery is complete. We won't even mention the way the river and lake curves, sometimes viciously, creating 'horseshoes' in many places. 

Walking in canyons, hiking above and along the lake or kayaking on the surface of the fascinating body of water are all methods of getting close to the essence of the land, experiencing the wonders. Most of all, exploring the land without restrictions, allows one a new adventure on each occasion. 

Perhaps a simple way of expressing it may be: The colors and scenery, together with the ability to find one's own path up, over and down the various obstacles makes a person feel content and motivated. It's a time to enjoy old-fashioned fun. 

Yep! We like the place...indeed!

Stepping on the bridge at distance.
Wah Weap, yes, why weep indeed? It's gorgeous.
Glen Canyon Dam. 
Returning from the water after finding our way down. There is no trail, so it becomes quite a scramble especially when finding oneself at a cliff edge and figuring how to get across to the other side or seeking alternatives.
A repeat: Loved this shot.
Jen reaches the peninsular, after beginning at the road high above.
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
So many opportunities, so little time.

Jenni and Jeffrey