Lazarow World-Hike-About

On vacation This is part two of the videos covering the Fall trip in a little of the Western United States (see next blog for part A). In addition, Brian sings one of his meaningful compositions, accompanied by Neville on bass. Tufas at Mono Lake, California. View from peak of Mount Tallac, Lake Tahoe (South), CA. Click on icon, bottom-right, for a full screen. Cheers, Jenni and Jeffrey

A view from part-way up Angels Landing, Zion National Park, Utah. Of thousands of pictures taken over nine weeks, we obviously had to reduce the number to a manageable few. We find that often the best pictures don't find their way to the blog for reasons that reflect our ineptitude. Nevertheless, we have selected those contained in the video below at random. Although one sets criteria, we are too emotional on the subject to provide an objective balance. The video covers the second part of the trip. Part B, will follow later. To achieve a full screen, click on the screen icon below the right-hand corner. Cheers, Jenni and Jeffrey

For the birds as Jen works out how the crow flies. We put off this hike for Thanksgiving Day in order to climb Humphreys Peak, the highest in Arizona. Weather was a concern and our location, at the time, made it logical. Sunday morning, we set off from Flagstaff with a loaded car knowing that after the hike, we would be sleeping in Williams. Upon arriving at another incredible American treasure, we began adding layers of warm clothing. When we commenced our climb from the end point, we began removing layers only to replace them on returning to the trailhead. The colors yesterday were outstanding, never seen by us before at the Canyon. Deliberately left blank. Deliberately left blank. Our first sighting of the canyon, after seeing it many times before, was overwhelming. That it's a natural wonder of the world is a given. However, it made such an impression upon us because of the color. There was much green in the rocks, scattered growth. Although the...

Canyons, by definition are lower than the surface of where we normally stand, a very strange definition but then again who said we weren't a little...you know. The images below are of rocks, boulders, sandstone...nothing more than nature's 'heavies'-not unusual. The light is natural, the only outside agents were us and the camera. See if you look at stones the same way again. Since arriving in the high desert, my squaw has gone native-she wears the bandana regularly and drinks the fire-water when I'm not looking. We entered what is more cavern-like than canyon, a slot canyon to be more precise. (We had visited the upper canyon some four or five years before.) Briefly, we were underground walking within very narrow passages, all built by nature in rock, sandstone mainly. The canyons are under the control of the great Navajo nation, the tribe that resides predominantly in the region. We have often mentioned that one of the laws o...

Jenni captures a full frontal of Horseshoe Bend. The walls of the Colorado River are overwhelming—upriver from Grand Canyon. On her way following the river by way of rock scrambling. Moving right, turn left at the bend and down the side. If you will, going around the bend. Sun lights up rocks just at the right time while one of us perched comfortably. Follow that bird. (slide 1) Where'd the bird go? What a place for action! (slide 2) One small step for man; apparently, one too many. Too old to chase birds...pity. (slide 3) Hiking in Death Valley, California while sleeping in Nevada. A little bleak, a little dry, more than a little attractive. Heading to the peaks behind. 'The long and winding road'. Our peak behind, camera focus is on the immediate danger. Coming 'through the rye' on our return from the peak. Jenni climbing rough, every young woman's secret desire, I'm told. Cheer...

Still on vacation. Jenni peaks on El Cajon or El Capitan. Tried to signal to the pilot for a ride down. Mount San Miguel behind. It's wonderful to be on vacation...not really but it's the right thing to say. We hiked last week and were busy these last few days but found a gap for one of the finest hikes around. In our opinion, the El Capitan Peak is the toughest in San Diego, a little brutal in places. When we understand what 'little brutal' means we'll define it. In the meantime, this 12 mile challenge, over a rough track with a cumulative gain of over 4,000 feet, puts one through the paces. Until the last two miles we were strong and handling it well. However, that last bit became a little tiring. Our editor was superb after a rather strange beginning. The San Diego skyline as the sun breaks through. One of the views into the valley below the immediate peak. And then came the rain... Jenni was keen to do the hike—she knows ...

I thought I saw an editor, somewhere in a slot canyon. It was difficult to allow the eyes to leave this scene. Davis Dam and Lake Mojave from a 'trail' in the Mojave Desert, Nevada. We found it quite paradoxical, hiking in the desert this trip. When we stayed in Nevada in the earlier part of Hike-about 20, we hiked in Death Valley, California. When we slept in Arizona, we hiked in the Mojave Desert, Nevada. It was quite amusing that not only were we staying on the border of the states but the times were different, too. As we crossed the state lines, a couple of hundred feet away, the clock moved back or forward an hour each time. The first time it happened, we had a minor disagreement as the telephone gave a different hour from Jenni's watch—quite amusing. Nevertheless, some of the most interesting times or to put it bluntly, the most fun that was had, took place in the deserts. We are not agitating to live in one or visit during summer but we sure ...