The Rookie Blessed Adventure (5): The Nice Intermission
July 11, 2001
Last day in Killarney was started like a sleepy ride. We had to pack our things after a late breakfast. I packed my sleeping bag, swimming shoes, and my tent. For me they witnessed this rookie first canoeing experience in her water, with all the nice blessings.
On the first leg of this return trip, Oom J told me the secret of powerful paddling without using much of your power: use your upper body instead of your wrist. When we entered George Lake, we could see some series of dark cloud ahead of us. As usual, my canoe always trailed at the end. Before we reached the launched site, Cak, Oom J, and I stopped by a nice rock site, climbed it… and took some pictures. And, Oom J was still looking for blueberry!
Lunch was held at the shore of George Lake campground. When the rain came, we held the edge of our tarp and ate our lunch. We would spend the night at this campground.
Woke up after a brief nap, I, Monic and Wita were taking a walk around the camp… one path took us to the highway. When we reached our site, Mpok Cecil was already preparing our dinner: Nasi Uduk*! All campers crowded around the cooking/eating table. Mpok Cecil agreed that she never had this many cook assistants before. *smile* Didn’t you hear that our stomach grumbled, and we almost drooled from the anticipation of the complete Nasi Uduk*. *smile* Hm, yummie yummie… the supper was ended with a desert: Bubur Kacang Ijo*. I think by now you might wonder, was it a real interior camping or meal fiesta, it’s both. *smile*
I wash my hair after dinner by the tap across our site, didn’t know that this campground has bathrooms. Most of other campers also did wash their hair… so no wonder we smell as nice as flowers. *smile* Our “box” was replaced with a “modern” toilet hardware. *smile*
The wood for campfire was available abundantly in the interior, but here we had to buy… $5 for a sack of wood. We went to sleep after the same rituals: coffee, washing dishes, hung our food, standing or sitting around the fire. Hm… it felt so different after the interior camping. There, you had the island for yourself; you’re practically living outside. Thus, here the site looked so small, you felt trapped.
There’s not much music of nature I could hear… only the rain. Trisna’s sleeping rhythm was a certain telling sign that I was still with my fellow campers in this trip. *smile*
Next episode: Scooping Stars (July 12, 2001)
Note: Nasi Uduk*, Bubur Kacang Ijo* are some of the famous Indonesian-style meals and snacks.