Lazarow World-Hike-About

  Hats off to Jen who summarized the Peneda-Geres National Park, at least the sections in which we have spent much time, in one word: Enchanting or an enchanted land. While we are very fond of the town of Geres itself; clearly, meadows, forests/jungles, lakes and mountains are very different from built up areas. Enough said.    Generally, as we hit the trails, our demeanor as a general rule changes. There is a distinct difference in our mood, feelings, attitude, and outlook as we make the imaginary crossing. This is something discussed before, probably many times, and is not the subject for now. Briefly, getting back to enchanted, there are times when we look about half-expecting to bump into a goblin, a unicorn or two, together with the odd deer we see, the chirping birds and of course the cattle, goats and sheep, plus their guard dogs. It is often surreal as the tall trees numerous in variety, a multitude in shades of green and in a word, stunning, amongst the r...

We've mentioned our fascination of Lake Canicada numerous times. We set out on a Sunday morning to explore another section of it during a day of expected rain. It's in the area that the dam wall is situate. The wall is massive, even intimidating from the side view, but most pleasant to walk across. In Europe, large vehicles are not practical as roads are inclined to be narrow and treacherous, particularly in the mountainous regions and small towns. One has to be competent in parking it in tiny spots and driving in narrow places. Hence, those who don't learn to drive proficiently, should drive small vehicles, at the very least.  Should a person need some serenity, we believe this position with its ideal coloring could do the trick.   Here's a perspective of the dam wall with a mere spray of water flowing over. What's behind the wall? Don't fence me in wouldn't cut it in this context no matter how kind one wished to be to the water.  ...

  Once again, we enjoyed fabulous rewards in the mountainous region of Geres. On the previous Sunday, we headed to a mountain peak on a rather circuitous route. Across the way, we viewed other mountains, one in particular, that caught my eye and probably Jen's, too. It appeared there was a dirt road across the way which then became part of a trail or something similar heading in a different direction. From great distances, the imagination does get in the way at times. We both liked the idea of having a bit of time out of jungles and forests; this seemed to provide a solution. It appeared one could see views for miles and feel the open air forever.  While this is based upon an opinion, a lifestyle preference, we believe the people who occupy this house know how (where) to live. The peaks at far rear were the end point for the previous week's tough climb. When we stood on the peak of the mountain opposite, the previous Sunday, this is the sight that encouraged ...