Lazarow World-Hike-About

As we head for Europe, it's been a while Mr. Covid, we remind ourselves for the 100th occasion what a beautiful world we inhabit. We never require reminding but the reminiscing spurs us on to renewing acquaintances sooner rather than later. After all, the planet is going to be around, and spinning about, for infinity while our days, dare we say years, are extremely limited.  Glacier in Iceland, late afternoon.  Early morning, Bryce Amphitheater, Utah. Caught in an electric storm on peak of Casamanya, Andorra. Not such a great (safe) sunrise but exciting nevertheless. Part 2, on Casamanya Kenmo Lake after dawn, South Africa. Along the spine in Hawaii. Lake Mead, Nevada side, at dusk. Taking to the air at Mount Woodson, San Diego. Devil's Ravine approach to Devil's Peak, Cape Town. Refracted rays at Woodson.     Chamonix, France. Mount 'Doom' at dawn, New Zealand. Mount Sulur, Iceland. Golden Gate Park at sunset, So...

Farewell to the Drakensberg.   Early morning in the Northern Drakensberg.  The view from the Lone Tree. She forgot her wallet; hence, enter through the 'backdoor'. A view from Little Switzerland of the antennae near the Drakensberg Retreat. The antennae from below on the other side, Dumbe. Directly 'under the influence' of the tower. He has a view down as he approaches the top. Heading to 'The Cone'. 'Conewards.' Nature sure knows how to turn on the charm.     Mobile antenna in the Rainbow Nation. Jen approaches the final part of 'The Cone'. A view of the chalets from 'The Cone'. Most mornings at the Drakensberg (Re)Treat, we enjoyed views of animals and/or clouds partly-covering the 'Berg. Yet, for all mornings, it was a treat awakening in the region. A regular couple. (Eland) An odd couple. Cheers,   Jenni and Jeffrey

Jen reaches the pinnacle in Slovenia, looking into Italy. The previous day, a little further away, we stood on the border of Slovenia, Italy and Austria—we had breakfast in the latter country. Call us strange but there's something superb in crossing international borders on foot. Standing on Mount Kanin. They keep a map of Southern Africa for reference. What was quite memorable on this trip was the occasion when I returned from a trailhead. Jen injured herself in a fall a couple days before and I hiked on my own a few times thereafter. I was ten minutes away from our apartment, hike completed, when a guard stopped me on the pass. They had closed the road for repairs. I was stuck. After research, seeking advice from various people, to return home I had to drive back and past the trailhead, spend a further 40 minutes on the road in Slovenia, enter Italy, pass Austria and eventually arrive back in Slovenia to our apartment. What an experience.  Another funny part...