Lazarow World-Hike-About

At the peak of Black Mountain, the privilege afforded the hiker to untangle 'Old Glory'. In the distance, Mount Charleston and Las Vegas. After three weeks on the desert trails, we returned to Carlsbad to rest for a forthcoming trip to go down-under. The adventure promises to be a little hectic so we look forward to it as we continue to follow mild-to-warm weather. What babies! On the trail, we met a young, former military member who looked strong, determined and fit. He was carrying a full backpack. I could not help asking him the weight. Sixty pounds. Impressive. He was in training. We thought we were 'heroes' carrying 35 pounds on the back during a trek. On principle, we had to pass him as we climbed the steep latter part of Henderson Mountain. We had no option. Our backpacks weighed less than fifteen pounds combined. The editor would have been deeply embarrassed otherwise. The climbing got steep and even worse on the way down. The first snow of o...

Jen heads down toward a suburb in Carlsbad after sunset. That sinking feeling. That sunken feeling. 'Gone with the Sun' but left behind a colorful trail. Night time sight, from above. Benched! Sun's last rays shine on the editor at the low peak. Tranquility in the mountains alongside city life. Cheers, Jenni and Jeffrey