Our First Camp (Part 2/3)

Our first camping turned out to be very decent camping. If you want to try the place for your family's first camping, then Martin Dies Jr. Park is the recommended choice. From Houston, take US Highway 59 north to Livingston, and then travel east on US Highway 190 for 65 miles to the park via Park Road 48.

We got there two weeks before Thanksgiving 2009. The forecasting was uncertain with rain and cold. The D-Day... aha... It was no rain nor cold (about 60s midnight) . The weather was just on our side :-) The sky was clear and you could see star (a lot of shooting stars) at night.

Why?

Hari Itu "Ahad Wage"

Dua hari ini, saya mencoba untuk memilih kata-kata yang tepat untuk memberikan gambaran betapa sumringah (baca: senang sekali) hati saya dengan terlaksananya acara syukuran hari Ahad kemarin, 7 Maret 2010. Dan sialnya, sampai tulisan ini terkirim, ternyata saya masih belum mampu juga untuk menemukan kata-kata itu. Edan tenan. It is absurd, isn’t it?

Tak terhitung berapa banyak kumpulan kata yang sudah tertata rapi menjadi kalimat, akhirnya saya harus menghapusnya lagi karena kalimat itu tak mampu menggambarkan betapa indahnya perjalanan kebersamaan kita selama tiga pekan terakhir ini. Coba sampeyan bayangkan. Diantara kita ada yang ngebut membikin booklet, ada yang harus melipat kertas, ada yang menempel poster, ada yang berjibaku dengan anak-anak untuk bersahutan suara, ada yang memasak sayur bening :-) bahkan ada yang melekan (nggak tidur) karena harus editing video layaknya sang sutradara pilem.

Our First Camp (Part 1/3)

The First National Jamboree was held in Cibubur, Jakarta in 1973 and I was joyful to be part of the pioneer event. My both parents dedicated their time as volunteer and involved as medical officer for the affair. I was three years old at that time. Not much that could be born in mind except it was raining that soaked the camp site for weeks. Since then, outdoor activities became routine schedule especially when school was off.

Fourteen years later, in the month of July 1987, we conquered the highest point of Mount Lawu with the altitude of 3265 m above mean water level. The mount is located at the border of province of Central Java and East Java. As I clearly had down pat, we rose from Cemoro Sewu at 9:30pm and made five stops before we reached, as a final point, the summit at 4:00am. It took us almost six hours walking included some rests.

That was the first time in my life (at young age) was able witnessing sun comes out from its imaginative horizon. I stood up at the highest peak and could see plain sun got higher and higher without any obstacle that blocks my view. What an amazing landscape!