Lazarow World-Hike-About

We do feel  privileged for a number of reasons, but we'll stick to one. Admittedly, as we've stated often enough, 'nothing for nothing'. If it's free or requires no effort expended, then it's usually worth little or even worthless. ( continues below ) Hamblin Peak hike. A scramble to the peak above Black Canyon Road, a first-time event over scree, with Hoover Dam below.    An elderly friend, some years ago, mentioned that we were fortunate to see such beautiful sights the world has to offer. We couldn't agree more. However, she followed through that she would never be able to view such magnificence or had viewed it because she cannot get around. While we sympathize with her sentiments, she was also young once, reasonably strong and with the pecuniary resources to explore. However, she chose to remain at home.     This brings me to an internal debate which is invariably carried on with my go-getter of a wife, partner, friend, confidante, etceter...

Most of the day included up-and-overs, across land without trails but always magnificent sights and good experiences. Jen approaching one of the canyons leading toward the river. We have to reach what looks like the horizon and see what is over that rise. Hopefully, the river is close-by. This is what's behind us as we head into the 'unknown'. The river makes many turns so we might find it where we least expect to or not find it at all. This is at it looks when water is flowing between the walls. Without water, only soft sand. "Anyone seen the Colorado?" "I thought I'd at least see some water as we're at your fantastic Colorado River, Sweetheart." 'After this sight, do you really need water?' 'and what about that? You're a little picky, you are.' 'If you're going to stand so far away, what do you expect to see?' Not as colorful as the former (61.31) but just as stimulating. ...

How those colors including Turtlehead in the background and my cute tortoise in the foreground? Jen is about to enter a slot canyon which is part of Kraft Mountain.      After spending ten days in the Las Vegas region, more to come and fewer days to have arrived at the conclusion that follows, it would be difficult to select a more colorful, inviting, better rock-climbing and scrambling location. It's also uncomfortable for us to use the word beautiful and Las Vegas in the same context, even the same sentence. Fortunately, when we talk of the beauty of Las Vegas, it is the surround, definitely not the city or strip.    Having got that off the chest (not for the first time), cleared the air, taken a few deep breaths, we are soon heading for the eastern side, that's on the border with Arizona...did we mention another favorite place? Okay, okay, let a guy express himself...even ad nauseum. The other side includes additional desert and for dessert supreme, Lak...

Nevada: Kraft Mountain: Jenni stands on a butte (arrow), in amazement heading for the saddle. Turtlehead (partial view, see below), left-rear. Jenni on trail below and left of rock. Turtlehead Peak, previous day's hike behind (partially visible on previous cover above). We finally found somewhere to settle down...a cave we can call our home. Jen enroute in a staggering region. Surely, this is not Las Vegas. Wanna bet!     In this dark age of statue-removals, it is with regret we have to announce another one was eliminated just yesterday at Kraft Mountain. (All is not lost: It had a warm bed for the night.) A view from Turtlehead. Jenni dresses for brunch with a matching top (sort of). Food and utensils (to her right) await her delicate touch. Cheers,  Jenni and Jeffrey