Lazarow World-Hike-About

One bird after another. Jen is forced to hide as we approach peak. Jen posing before bird-attack after stage three of the hike. Major climb still ahead. 'Brain' hasn't explained to 'face' what's coming. Bird ceases attack after noticing an even more ferocious husband than itself. Instead, 'shows us the wing'. What a great hike and experience. With views over the Bay of Biscay and by extension, The Atlantic Ocean to the south and exceptional sights of Picos de Europa, (the peaks), our day was made. We were fortunate that the apartment manager took an interest in us and came up with the suggestion. By the way, what a guy. From the car park, we followed a trail through a forest that could have been in Oregon. The fragrances were of spruce and pine but we could be wrong. It was easy on the glands until the strong smell of dung superseded it. We came across horses with their foals, large herds of cows and calves, sheep and of cours...

The contents of this blog deal with the mindset some of us have in tricky positions as well as action shots, for a change. Please excuse the abundance of self-photographs but they are useful in 'fleshing out' the narrative and setting the scene for this section of the Pyrenees Mountains. The night before, it looked like we could enter Heaven by taking the gap. 'Tip-toe through the tulips'; maybe stay on the whole foot, or four if you have that many. We realized while lying in bed on Wednesday night what a day we had endured, more likely, enjoyed. However, what really struck us was the level of danger we faced. We had an eerier feeling thinking of the earlier risks as we dozed than the actual fear felt on the cliffs. These periods of risk creep up on one incrementally until something in the mind says ‘enough’. Is that the time to exercise caution and perhaps wisdom or is it a time of being courageous and continuing? Who knows because it is a matte...

Just follow that sign to France, Lady. The 'Rising' in sun and shadows. “We’re out of French fries,” our chef announced. Besides being an intrepid hiker and adventurer, she also cooks, edits, seeks hiking opportunities and directions, occasionally losing directions, too. You can’t have everything. “We’ll buy some more at our next shop stop,” I answered, admittedly not a brilliant response. We have mentioned our restrictive diet over here in Spain. Potatoes and chips (fries) are one of the staples. “While we’re so close to France, why don’t we hop over and buy the real thing,” she answered. “You can’t be serious. I’ll settle for the local spuds…they’re fine.” The editor fancies herself as a comedian, too. Who ever heard of people taking a flight to buy French fries. “Flight? We’re going walking for them.” “Walking?” “Yeah! France is next door Spain. We walk out the back gate, up the hill, cross over the Pyrenees Mountains and before you know it, we’re...