One of the benefits of Pat is that he was a safety valve and a get out of jail card in the decision making process. I could say something to Mary like: "I would like to take Cole up a mountain above the tree line." and Mary would look at me like I was crazy. Then I would say: "Pat is coming along" and suddenly it was acceptable.The target for today's journey was Mount Beerwah. It is part of the Glass House Mountains, which are really a bunch of hills on a flat plain. They are volcanic plugs of mountains that formed 26 million years ago and have long since eroded away. Beerwah is the tallest of the group at 555 metres and it has 'beer' in its name--both very good reasons for the selection.
We learned at the visitor's centre that the hiking trail for Mount Beerwah is closed due to rock slides or something equally trivial. I was figuring out the risk of hopping the gate, wondering if I could find another trail and calculating the odds of snake/spider/ant encounters if Cole and I picked our way through unmarked bush when the spirit of reason descended upon me and I asked the question: "what else do you have available."
Plan B: Mount Ngungun
At 254 metres, it is half the climb I was hoping for, but portions of the trail involved scrambling up slopes and some sections offered few footholds on the way down. It was a good way for Cole to get experience and develop confidence. It is also the first hike we have done where he walked the entire way and I didn't have to carry him on my shoulders for part of the trip.
We ate a picnic lunch at the top and surveyed which hill we were going to climb next. He has his sights on Mount Tibrogargan.After the hike, we hopped in the car and drove to our favorite beach at Mooloolaba.
3 comments:
fabulous! love the photos, especially that first one of you, pat, and cole above the clouds. pretty manly and impressive :) also love all of the names of the mountains in australia. i said them out loud they are so good!
I feel the same way as Kim - Australians certainly know how to name mountains and beaches! I'm sure those names mean something as regular as "south sister" or "cannon beach" or "seaside," but to me, they sound so mysterious. It seems they must always be shrouded in fog.
Pat has been alluding to the fact that Graham is now 2, the age when Cole summitted the South Sister. I avoid any assumptions as to his intent.
Love the pics of Cole. Tell him Graham is enjoying our guitar just as much as he once did.
Father and son take to the peaks again! Beautiful pictures, great mountain names. I was tickled to remember that I once stood on Mooloolaba Beach, too! Love your musical memory entry! Music and aromas bring back the most wonderful memories.
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