LAZAROW WORLD HIKE-ABOUT

San Ramon: At first, I thought it needed explanation. Not true. Top Left: "You're kidding me. After hiking 4 miles from the base below, you still want to climb up there...and snakes...?" The stance revealed it all. The rest is self-explanatory, too. (Not part of the formal trail either).

'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.
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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.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

5.01 The Journey to Zion, Utah

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 purposes. The clerk encouraged us to try “Wills Fargo” instead of their motel. They must have been expecting a helluva late crowd as we counted 80 rooms and three cars, of which one looked abandoned. Perhaps we are guessing but it was without wheels. This third hotel, no relation to the bank, offered luxury priced rates for 4th world accommodation. Besides, the receptionist was intimidating—we always thought that a grizzly was our worst nightmare. Not any longer.

A beautiful spot on earth

So we are in Primm, Nevada, a gambling resort on the border with California, home to names like Whiskey Pete and Buffalo Bill. Rather than express our thoughts on the depressing atmosphere and desperation on the many faces we observed including eyes mesmerized by the enticing machines and the hope of reward, we’ll quit there. After all, it’s not our function to express an opinion on these dens of iniq..enlightenment. That would be so judgmental, which as Gary Frank pointed out to us the other night, is the key commandment in modern society. Let’s get back to the trail but before that, we need to participate in the wildest casino of all—the New York Stock Exchange.

Cheers,

Jenni and Black Jeff (jack)

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