It was 1989, and I was a teenager back then when I found myself on a journey to Telaga Sarangan, a hidden gem nestled in the highlands of Mount Lawu. The trip felt like an adventure, winding through misty roads flanked by towering pine trees. The further we ascended, the air turned crisp, carrying the fresh scent of damp earth and the whispers of the mountain breeze.
As we arrived, the sight of the lake took my breath away. Telaga Sarangan stretched like a giant mirror, reflecting the cloudy sky and the lush green hills surrounding it. The water shimmered under the gentle morning light, disturbed only by the occasional ripples from boats gliding across its surface. A faint mist lingered above, making the place feel almost mystical, as if time moved slower in the embrace of the mountains.
I remember walking along the lake’s edge, my footsteps crunching against the damp gravel path. The sound of laughter and chatter from visitors filled the air, blending with the rhythmic splashes of paddles from rowboats. I watched as children tossed crumbs to the fish, their excitement growing each time the water rippled with movement.
Horseback riders trotted gracefully along the pathways, their riders wrapped in thick jackets to shield themselves from the cool mountain air. I couldn’t resist the temptation and soon found myself on horseback, feeling the gentle sway as we moved along the scenic trails. The lake, the trees, and the distant peaks formed a breathtaking panorama—one that I wished I could capture forever.
As the midday sun peeked through the clouds, we stopped at a small warung near the lake. The warmth of a freshly grilled sate kelinci (rabbit satay) and a cup of steaming hot tea became the perfect remedy against the mountain chill. The flavors were rich, smoky, and comforting, making every bite feel like a part of the experience.
Before we left, I stood by the lake once more, taking in the serene beauty of Telaga Sarangan. The reflection of the sky in the water seemed deeper, more profound, as if the lake held memories of all who had passed through.
Even now, decades later, I still carry that moment with me. Telaga Sarangan was not just a destination—it was a memory etched in time, a place where nature’s tranquility and youthful wonder intertwined. And sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still hear the rustling leaves, feel the cool mountain breeze, and see the shimmering waters of that unforgettable day in 1989.
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