Lazarow World-Hike-About

In the last posted blog, we opined we hadn't seen an eagle in a while. The last time was 3 years ago, somewhere between Bryce Canyon and Zion National Park. The day following the previous blog posting, we spotted one flying over the lake and heading toward the trees. We followed it in a fashion, at ground level of course, and Jenni noticed it first. My eye caught what appeared to be a turkey vulture close by. Interestingly, a few ravens occupied the same tree as the eagle, something that surprised us. We thought the 'chief raptor' might intimidate those ugly birds. Ugliness knows no bounds. 'People have mentioned they like me to have varied poses—I quite like this position after early morning necking.' 'I enjoy my profile from this side, frankly. However, I suppose when you have it, it makes no difference. All my angles are beautiful and how about my eagle eye.' Meantime, at lake level... 'Rocky' is at it again. Can't r...

At the outset, a shaky commencement. We go off-trail and capture some great feelings and views, too. Taking a break in the shadow of a giant at Loch Levon. Loch Levon: The unusual naming of an Eastern Sierra Lake. (Nearly, a true story.) Many years ago, probably post-war, a Scottish-Jew named Colyn Levon, decided to emigrate from his beloved country. He liked the country but he had two issues bothering him that were critical and made life difficult. He was allergic to whiskey which in Scotland or ‘Scotchland’, made life almost impossible. He could no longer find excuses to avoid pubs, parties and other social gatherings where people would consume scotch in large quantities. It was not a deal-breaker so to speak but created a tense situation for him. The second issue was far more critical. Being a Scotsman, it went to his very essence: Golf. He loved golf with passion and a verve that was almost insatiable. No problem. We should all have passions which create a ze...