Lazarow World-Hike-About

A couple of wets Where are my floaters? The narrows, alright ‘We’re always trying to keep our boots dry. Now you want us to hike in a river for 4-5 hours. Is hike the correct verb to use? Are you feeling well, dear Editor?’ We asked. After some pondering of the dilemma, we asked further, “What are we supposed to wear? Do you know how cold that water is? Have you any idea of the effect on certain body parts? What happens if it rains? Do we need an umbrella? No! We are not being a baby—we think we are quite sane.’ We did not think it would be wise to turn the last question around and ask about our editor’s state of mind. We are learning, Barbara, albeit slowly. Please don't splash As usual, our editor chose a wonderful place to hike, swim, wade… Anyway, it was quite an experience. The hike commences a mile from the entrance to the river, which continues for another 16 miles or so outside of the park. Fortunately, we did not have to complete the whole journey—she does have ...

Wednesday Zion's Walls So much to love It is not possible to hide the beauty, tranquility and splendor of this magnificent part of the world. Of course, the tourists including ourselves do a fair job in disturbing the tranquility bit. In fact, we wonder if there are any Germans left in their homeland. It seems that a large part of their population is right here. What a policy—a dirt-cheap dollar-thank you Benny. Then there are the French with a sprinkling of Italians but no Greeks. The latter are involved in the ‘strike’ business. ‘Move along,’ beckons our editor as we approach some very touchy points regarding the mismanagement occurring in this country. Editor on edge...again Resting...again but taking in the majestic peaks Yesterday, Tuesday, still lives with us. That is the hike and climb up Angel’s landing, arguably our best experience…dare we say ever? It would seem that everything would be an anti-climax following the adventure. After undertaking much business in ...

( Please click on pictures to get perspective and then the 'back button') Looking towards peak from starting position Hanging around on a Tuesday afternoon C'mon down, Big Boy The Angel has landed Are we a little apprehensive. No...a lot What does a person say after one of the most exhilarating afternoons of one’s life? Baruch Hashem , no doubt. In fact, after the danger we faced, another blessing is even more apt. We completed our 4th ascent of the magnificent Angel’s Landing climb in Zion National Park. The park is a place we would say with all humility that the Master, Himself, might feel comfortable resting within. We would suggest to anyone looking to see wonders of the world, look no further than this treasure. We now feel we have earned our annual stipend from the National Parks Board with that ‘plug’. The final third--a little climb Virgin River at Sunset A Methodist Minister , in the early 1900’s, was so impressed with this monolith that he tried t...

Zion National Park--setting sun--our destination We left San Diego rather late in the day as there were some matters that needed our attention. After two hours on the road, two large ‘coca-coffees’ and our usual struggle with the bladder, we decided to give some thought to a stopover. The beauty about not knowing where one is heading is that it does not matter where one stops. Our editor voted down sleeping in the car so it became more important to find formal accommodation. We are spoiling her so much these days. Always look up Angel's landing bridge between Cliffs Next town: Baker, California. We spotted three motels, all luxury style. Which to choose became the subject of intense deliberations. The “Royal Hawaii’ appeared to be closed for renovations—a rather nice way of stating that it is derelict. That narrowed the field considerably. “Big Bobs” or something to that effect had three cars in the parking lot with a sign directing guests to the grocery store for check in pu...

Hello Again, Surfs up--extremely high today --( Click on picture & Someone tell the oaf that the blue background is the sky, not the ocean The vacation is drawing to a close so we are preparing for work, to get back on the road—maybe that should read trail or mountains. Yes. It does sound better. Fifth leg it is. ‘We may have a problem,’ we mentioned to our editor, ‘we should invite a friend to join us this time.’ ‘Pray tell me why,’ she answered. We could already tell she is a little weary, days before departure. ‘Looks like we’re a leg short—we only have four between us.’ She muttered something about being a long trip ahead. Who knows what to expect when she gets into such moods. You have to love our editor—we certainly do. Here in San Diego, the weather is pleasantly warm to hot during the daytime and cool at night. The initial part of the trip is in the desert where 95 degrees is the norm. Yes. There is no doubt we love her very much else why would we follow her to Ut...