“No ones interested in somthing you didn’t do”
-Tragically Hip
After spending most of all the morning at Steve Irwin’s Australia zoo I ventured inland to check out the Glass House Mountains. Gently rolling plains surrounded the mountains which appeared to poke up randomly from the terrain. It’s not really a mountain range, but several volcanic plugs with the nearby land eroded away. The name “Glasshouse Mountains” was derived from when Captain Cook sailed into the nearby waters, and for an unknown reason, the mountains resembled the glasshouses back in his home town of Yorkshire. To get to the main lookout I went through some pretty winding roads. It was around one of these sharp turns that I ran over a Wallaby. I was so heart broken. It was smaller than a kangaroo and a hell lot cuter. This little guy was right on the middle of the road and gave me no time to stop. When I reached the lookout I was in awe of the shape of these mountains or plugs if you like. The area seemed somewhat mystical and the Glasshouse Mountain range seemed strangely out of place. Being out of place is very common trait in this country.
I might be going out on a weird tangent here but the glasshouse mountains reminded me of the mountain range in Close Encounters of the Third Kind…..Whooooooo!
Sorry.
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