Lazarow World-Hike-About

In memory of Mannie Edelstein, a man with a small ego, a warm heart and a big smile who brought meaning into the world and motivated many, including ourselves. Back to the beach as we go 'walking on a winter's day'...'step onto a cliff we pass along the way...' Some tricky and slippery sections as we return from the beach. We meet a new creature, a falcon. One of our favorite places in San Diego, after Lake Poway, is the glider port. It provides beautiful views of the ocean, sunsets, birdlife and most of all, a steep drop to ocean level with a spectacular return climbing up the cliff rather than using the rough steps. Like all things in life, there is also a disadvantage to it. Below the port is an officially sanctioned nudist beach--that's the negative side. Call me a prude but it's not positive or even attractive to walk on that beach when the weather is reasonable. It seems when the temperature rises, people like to hang-out, stick-o...

Interesting weather in Devin. A few times a week, of course depending on where we are, we find ourselves in wide-open, natural spaces. It is a wonderful feeling; it’s as if a person is alone in a big, wide world. We know the world is a big place because we have walked about 9,000 miles over the last 9-and-a-bit years and have hardly gone anywhere. In fact, if we were to put things in perspective, it’s as if we have not left home (wherever that may be). Often, but not always, whether it’s on foot and in motion or while stopping for brunch, we look around and the first thing we try to remember is in which part of the world we are—which country to be precise. We don’t think it’s because our memories are fading but sometimes it’s just that—we get a little mixed up. Maybe it's an age issue after all. Once we get that part sorted out, we think about where we are in relation to a village or small town. Out in the wide-open spaces means that we are some distance from cities ...

Las Vegas. Lava Butte, Las Vegas. A scene at the Frenchman. Frenchman Mountain from Red Mountain, Nevada at sunrise.

Haunting: Season changing...fascinating, Zion National Park. Jenni summits at the Angel, Zion, Utah. A sharpshooter murders two military personnel from a great distance. White Sands National Park, New Mexico—scene of white sands oozing red blood. A window of opportunity at Bryce Canyon, Utah. Beauty covers death and despair. Found a more interesting spot than the usual summit on Angels Landing. (Sharpshooter fires from the position.) Mount Humphreys, Arizona...bodies found on the peak. Clear Creek Trail, Mount Shasta, the scene after the attack on 3 family members and a companion. Madam rests on Observation Point, Zion National Park. The scene of a vicious attack. Returning from a murder scene, Mount Hood, Oregon. Cheers, Jenni and Jeffrey