New Zealand: Along the Ben Lomond Trail.


Hike-about is an adventure that commenced June 2010. After storing our household movables, ridding ourselves of a house but retaining our 'home' together, we set off with the purpose of hiking in different parts of the world, not forgetting the home country, the USA.

Our primary focus is hiking to mountain peaks but any challenging hike will do just fine. Extended stays enable us to enjoy and experience living in various places amongst differing cultures. Hike-about has evolved into a way of life. It's also a process of discovery, both the world and ourselves.

We work and live 'on the road' but return to the city in which our grandchildren reside, every couple of months. This provides us the wonderful opportunity to be with them as well as a child or two, even three and of course, friends.

By the end of 2022, the blog contained over 1,470 hikes, each a set of pictures with stories and anecdotes from the trails. An index to the right allows the viewer to identify earlier experiences.

Finally, we are often asked about the journey's end.
ur reply, as accurate as we can state, is: "When we are either forced to cease through health issues or the enjoyment level no longer reaches our aspirations, we will hang up the boots."

"A Life Experience As No Other: Dare to Seize the Day Together", published by Fulton Books, depicts our life on the road and mountains until the beginning of 2017. It has developed 'exponentially' since then.

Jenni and Jeffrey Lazarow

Whereas we continue to update the blog regularly, we no longer circulate email notifications.

Tuesday, August 31, 2021

50.02 Nevada: Boulder City: Red Mountain returning via Bootleg Canyon (in one piece)

Continuing with the theme of heat, I acted in a cowardly manner. A while back, I brazenly stated: 'The next male who tells me temperatures of over 100 degrees may be hot but...but in Arizona and Nevada, it's a dry heat, I will bop'. Sure enough we met people, almost none on the trails although we departed from the trailheads at 5am, who made the statement precisely. I did not take action—I was too hot and dry...and cowardly. (Essay follows at end)  

The power of early light.
Changing light, not a different mountain.
Always searching for bighorn sheep...sometimes even count them in my sleep.
Lake Mead under harsh light referred to in the essay below.
One of our least favorite cities (Las Vegas) but always attractive from peaks.
On our last trip during winter, we stood on the peak in the distance and got a different perspective.
In the USA, there's always a golf course somewhere close, Col.
Jen led us down Bootleg Canyon trail from Red Mountain Peak. It's what I call living dangerously. The picture is tame, the trail, wild.
Not good light to fully appreciate Lake Mead.
We began walking a little after 5am. It was early but not soon enough. The problem with wishing to experience a sunrise from a mountaintop is that a person needs to depart from the trailhead in the dark. The reverse applies for a sunset from the top. We were late. We used flashlights but only for a short while. We turned toward the eastern sky and noticed an orange/yellow hue over the mountains in Arizona. The coloring seemed to appear from nowhere. We continued climbing. Each time we faced east, the colors became more pronounced. Thereafter, the reds entered the picture providing a good contrast (‘colors not commies’). 

 As long as we gazed at the forming picture, nothing seemed to change. Once we took our eyes away from the light, returning say a minute later, we noticed a new pattern, more intense light. The glow of blue on the surface of Lake Mead made an appearance—a nice contrast. Between ourselves and the water, besides a few gaps, the various shapes were dull, large and unattractive. Yet as the sun’s rays became emboldened, the form and color of these mountains presented themselves vividly, one even in red. Formerly dull and shapeless, they took on designs and colors nature had intended. 

  We realize there are many ways of observing what we term ‘miracles’. One can see the changes in the former night sky occurring. One may also immerse oneself in the process, realizing a miracle is presenting itself at that moment. Because such a phenomenon is one of infinite occurrences each day, makes it no less of a miracle. While we may wake from slumber and take for granted the world is being lit so that we should see, produce food, grow ourselves, create warmth, makes it no less miraculous. Are we even interested?—we have far too many distractions to attend to, one ensuring coffee will be ready soon. In cities, most times should residents even wish to observe the process, there are few locations which allow it. Concrete—yes, nature—less so. 

  While watching the sun rise, we seemed to change. Instead of observing only, our minds, perhaps our souls too, forgot our purpose. We immersed ourselves into the surrounds. We forgot where we were, did not bother to move ahead to reach the peak but chose instead, to become one with the happenings. Of course, it’s hard to explain and one could end up manufacturing a feeling. Instead, when one does not see oneself as being outside the process but rather, touched by the light, comforted by the gentle warmth (even in a desert in summer), in the company of flora and chirping birds, as well as animals hiding (which we spotted later), the acceptance that we are not superior or special but merely a part of the process rather than only observers, allows us to meld into it and be at one with nature. 

  The coloring reflected off the basking mountains, as the sun reaches a certain height, summons the eyes and senses to absorb further beauty. It’s a quick process but should not be rushed. Better to remain focused on limited spots to avoid disturbing the aura surrounding one during those few moments. 

  When the white light breaks through at completion, it’s harsh and less flattering to the witnesses. Often it reveals what many humans look and feel like when awakening with unwashed bodies, without make-up or clothing, to cover reality. It’s during the previous moments that one is dreaming and absorbing miraculous reality. Thereafter, the daily miracles continue but in another form. 

  Man invented and created his own form of light—one being a flashlight. Brilliant. Some metal or plastic, glass, wiring, a bulb and batteries which produce limited light. Nature, directing the sun, creates and everlasting source of light and heat that covers the entire world and within a twenty-four hour period. Miraculous and…always beautiful, too. 


 Jenni and Jeffrey

Friday, August 27, 2021

50.01 Nevada: Boulder City: Black Mountain river hike. Keeping ahead of the heat (so we planned) and failing miserably.

We're on our way to a celebration of a 70th birthday by none other than Gill Midgen, who obviously looks ten years younger than the records show. It's a surprise party so this blog posting was delayed. We had decided to either return to France or reach Montana for this trip. It took us a while to calculate but in the end we thought Montana and the northern states were probably closer than Europe. Another minor reason for skipping France is that of the uncertainty surrounding the virus still pervades. After returning from a long trip to South Africa recently, we decided perhaps we'll face the bears rather than the virus. Jenni tells me it's easier to spot a bear. We both believe we have a better chance against Covid than a grizzly. As our American friends might say, "Ain't that the truth." The period also opened up for us as a certain procedure one of us was supposed to undergo was postponed due to a favorable turn. Lucky! 

Boulder City is another of our favorite places but as we have mentioned frequently, only in the correct season. In winter, you can't beat it. During summer, it beats you. That's why our first hike began at 5am. And that's why the third hike of this trip will commence in Northern Utah. 

The sun has barely risen, the temperature is 92F (reaching 110) and Jen and I think it might be a rather warm day. We are known for our accurate predictions. Lake Mead in the distance.
The landscape awakens while Las Vegas strip enjoys a hangover.
A close-up of the strip on a foggy morning.
A view of Lake Mead on a less than clear morning.
Red Mountain basks in the early light.
So much water and yet, desolate surroundings, in an attractive way.
The advantages of a better season, a fairer gender. (Winter, 3 years earlier.)
Seasonal change...taken part-way up.
"Here comes the sun..."


Jenni and Jeffrey

Wednesday, August 18, 2021

A Continuation of the Beauty and Magnificence of the World through the Eyes of Two Little People.

Mount Woodson soon after sunrise, Poway, CA.
Bryce Canyon, Utah.
Early morning on the Sentinel, Drakensberg. Cathkin and Monk's Peaks in distance at left.
Iceland. A peek at a glacier as we head for a peak.
Kelso Dunes, California.
Low level flying on Woodson, Poway.
About to leave Slovenia and enter Switzerland. (Love crossing international boundaries on foot).
Black Mountain, Boulder City, Nevada looking into Arizona.
Kenmo Lake, Natal.
Mount Ngauruhoe, New Zealand, at sunrise.
Bell Rock, Sedona. (The first time we spotted someone in the position, one of us exclaimed, "The person is a moron." Now we wonder about morons.)
Perhaps not the wisest of decisions (New Zealand.)
Settlement in Peru.
National Park in Spain.
Autumn back in Colorado, USA.
Loved the thick cloud in New Zealand.
Mount Olympus, Greece.
Maui, Hawaii at sunrise.
Iron Mountain, San Diego County—a breakthrough.
Sunrise at Valley of Fire Park, Nevada.

Spot the boss in Hawaii.


Jenni and Jeffrey

Monday, August 9, 2021

Places and Photographs that touch a person...and make the world a far better least, for some of us.

We remember when we loved going to movies on a Saturday evening in Johannesburg some 50 years ago. What a memory! After intermission but before the main feature, the prime time spot was reserved for the advertisement of the day. A cigarette promotion invariably dominated the screen. Often, it was Rothmans of Pall Mall. The advert promoted the City of London (probably the cigarette, too) and concluded with the words: "When a person is tired of London, one is tired of life." It was impressive.

However, in retrospect, after experiencing the weather, smog, traffic and crowds, I think not to be tired is probably a more serious issue. Rather, we would express it slightly differently: "When a person is tired of nature, one is truly tired of life." An opinion, of course...(long live the Queen). 

Crater Lake, Oregon. 
  On Mount Hood, Oregon.
Approaching top of Tugela Falls, Sentinel, Drakensberg.
A view from Indian Venster hike, Cape Town. (Probably my favorite).
Lion's Head from a trail on Table Mountain, Cape Town.
Argentina, sunrise.
Haleakala Volcano, Maui, Hawaii.
Barenschutz Klamm, Austria.
A scene in the Drakensberg, the Sentinel in the distance. 
San Carlos Bariloche, Argentina.
Slovakia coloring.
Golden Canyon, Death Valley, California.
The peak beyond is the target, in Slovenia.
A view from the above peak, Mount Svinjac, Julian Mountains.
Low Tatras: Chopok: A Stairway from Heaven.
Top of Tugela: World's 2nd highest. 
Spis Castle, Slovakia.
La Reunion, French Indian Ocean Island.
Sentinel reveals itself, Drakensberg.

Polejan Peak in Bulgaria.

Iguazu Falls, Argentina.

View from Sulur Peak, Iceland.
Norton Ridge, Idaho.
Cumutura, Romania.
Driemond, Western Cape.
Colorado River from top of Spenser Trail. 
Lake Bled, Slovenia.
Sedona, Arizona.
Catalina Island, California.
Devil's Throat, Iguazu Falls, Argentina. (Brazil behind to left.)
Ascending Mount Sulur, Iceland.
Mount Ngauruhoe, New Zealand.
Far side of Delicate Arch, Utah.
About to step upon Yellow Mountain, Utah.
Machu Picchu, Peru. Heading up to the mountain peak of the same name.
Roosevelt Dam, Arizona.
India Venster, Cape Town. Smolensk, Bulgaria.
Heading for Vihren Peak, Bulgaria.
Arrived safely (see picture above), Mount Vihren.
Golden Canyon, Death Valley, California.

Jenni and Jeffrey