New Zealand 2017: Tongariro Crossing and Mount Ngauruhoe.


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.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

"Morning has broken, light the first hour..."

Iron Mountain, 5:30am (click on photo to enlarge)

Light filters from behind the mountain

Sean Bradford, a friend of ours, mentioned on a hike last year that the 'early hours of the day are the Lord's time'. We considered that a fair statement but wondered about the rest of the day and in particular, sunsets. The latter are beautiful, of course. After thinking about it further, we realized that sunsets are convenient—most of us are awake at that time. On the other hand, at sunrise, many have yet to surface. Following our mantra, 'one has to work to achieve anything meaningful', views of sunrise require more effort. To prove the point, Sean had us commence a hike to Iron Mountain peak at 5:30 am. In the end, even after leaving a cozy bed at 4:30am, we respectfully agree. The young man makes a great point.

For the rest, we have included a few photographs from hikes and walks in and about the county.

Jenni remained at home so 'Dawn' filled in for her

Beginning the day with a miracle

Birds of a feather in La Jolla but three's a crowd

That's 'sealed' it, a sad sight. It should never have picked on the editor—how was it to know

Now for a sunset—not bad by any standard

Sunset at the Glider Port

A slide show is now included, scroll down a page or so to view

Monday, August 27, 2012

San Miguel Mountain, San Diego County


The final third of the climb, steep as all h...


We are pleased it was our editor who chose this Sunday morning hike. Why do we mention this? Later. It puzzles us that we did not come across this extremely steep hike earlier—it’s a stunner. Nevertheless, better late than never. The hike comprises three very steep elements, the rest being mostly inclines and and two big dips. The dips add to the elevation gain resulting in an accumulated total of better than 2,000 feet. It seemed very much more than that though. Because our editor chose the hike, it precluded her from whining. However, had you kept an eye on her face, you would have discovered the concept of the 'silent whine'. We think she is close to perfecting it. Perhaps a little more work and a patent could be in the ‘works’.

Editor searches for golf ball after a wild, high hook

We read somewhere that aircraft heading for San Diego use this mountain as a beacon, that is, they make the turn for the final approach into San Diego International Airport. (We have a bit of a complex about our airport in this part of the world so we like to include ‘International’—it makes people feel better.) Being upstanding citizens, if we may add with a tinge of modesty, we decided to do our bit. As planes flew overhead, we gave signals, mostly pointing our arms in the direction of the airport. From our observation, we believe each plane followed the indication of our outstretched arms. As we mentioned, if we can do our bit, why not. What happens when we are not on that peak?—we shudder to think how many pilots might lose their way.

Still some way to go

Downtown San Diego behind Sweetwater Reservoir (click to enlarge)

Looking south-east, towards Mexico

Our views of the manicured suburbs below, Sweetwater Reservoir, surrounding mountains and a personal favorite, the clouds and mist filling the gaps, provided a treat. We viewed downtown San Diego to our west with the Pacific Ocean further back, Mexico to the south, Lower Otay Lake to the fore and many mountains in the east. At times the scene was surreal, particularly because of the low lying clouds and mist. We omitted mention of the golf course below which is a green oasis in a dry San Diego.

One of the aircraft we provided direction (Click to enlarge)

Although the hike was a little more than 7 miles, the steepness compensated for perceived lack of length. An embarrassing moment occurred when we were overtaken by a runner. We hate it when people show off like that—who runs up a mountain that steep? Today, we were humbled and refrained from trying to match him. Instead, we offered a salute to such power.


Jenni and Jeffrey

Enchanting 2

'One for the road'

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Three degrees of showing off

Missed the young man. Do wish he'd shaved, at least a couple of days ago.

On return to Lake Level

With our bodies in San Diego, minds somewhere in the mountains and our hearts with Ellie and Baby Josephson, we headed to Mount Woodson in Poway again. We did this two weeks ago but this time we took young Robert with us. The original idea was to make it a family hike, an ideal bonding opportunity. We approached Baby Josephson first. Admittedly, not yet five days old, he seemed to be ambivalent about a hike. Ellie decided to stay with her brother; Natalie had a good excuse and Anthony, being a family man decided to look after same. That left Gavin who elected to sleep past departure which was 5:30am—Gavin tends to be sensible. Then there were three.

Show-off One

Show-off Two

And the winner is...Robbie

We arrived at the trailhead situate within the Lake Poway park at 6am. Unfortunately, the park only opens at 7am. Fortunately, there was a gap in the gate, which we took, allowing us to reach the summit at 7:30am, a little over 4 miles from commencement. With expected temperatures of 100 degrees later in the day, our early departure proved a wise one.

The extra energy generated by the relatively cool weather allowed us to show off a little more than usual. In fact, even the bashful Jennifer had her time on the surfboard, also know as the 'potato chip'. The pictures give an indication of some of the enjoyment derived from this great early morning workout amongst boulder-covered mountains and water.

The next step or hop should be interesting

A different perspective of Mount Woodson

Robbie made us proud parents today. Mom and Dad carried backpacks up the 2,400 feet climb, filled with food, water and other items comprising the ten essentials of hiking (8 cokes). At the summit, we were 'bowled over' when Robbie offered to carry a backpack down the mountain. What a blessing!


Jenni and Jeffrey

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Hiking with Baby Josephson in mind; not on our backs...yet

San Diego County 6am, Baby (boy) Josephson reaches the age of 13 hours

Looking towards the ocean from East County, soon after commencement

We remember 1978 when we worked with Viv Bartlett at Barclays Bank in Johannesburg. We were a little younger in those days and a lot less experienced in matters of the world. On the birth of Viv and Lori's child, they invited us to join the family to 'wet the baby's head'. The concept and phrase 'tickled' us—in fact, it still does.

Not the most elegant move you're likely to observe

Fast forward to 13 hours after the birth of Baby Josephson; we realize the wetting of his head concept is not one of our traditions. Besides, Natalie and Anthony would be most upset should we pour Diet Coke over the baby. We would,too—what a waste of a Coke. Instead, we headed towards Iron Mountain at 5:30am to offer thanks in general and burn off some excess energy. B'H.

Looking towards Mount Woodson (the mountain with the 'surfboard')


Jenni and Jeffrey

Dam view (easy now, fellah, watch that language)

On your marks, set...(actually trying to rise with the sun)