Glass House Mountains
“No one’s interested in something you didn’t do.”
— The Tragically Hip
After spending most of the morning at Steve Irwin’s Australia Zoo, I ventured inland to check out the Glass House Mountains. Rising abruptly from the gently rolling landscape, they looked almost as if they’d been randomly dropped there. They’re not really a conventional mountain range, but a collection of ancient volcanic plugs and surrounding peaks shaped by millions of years of erosion. Captain James Cook named them the Glass Houses in 1770 because their shapes reminded him of the glass furnaces he knew from Yorkshire, England.
Getting to the main lookout meant travelling along some pretty winding roads. It was around one of those sharp turns that I hit a wallaby. I was heartbroken. It was smaller than a kangaroo and a hell of a lot cuter. The little guy was right in the middle of the road and gave me no time to stop. When I finally reached the lookout, I was in awe of the strange shapes of the mountains. The entire area seemed somewhat mystical, and the Glass House Mountains looked strangely out of place against the surrounding landscape. Being out of place seemed to be a very common trait in this country.
I might be going off on a weird tangent here, but the Glass House Mountains reminded me of the mountain from Close Encounters of the Third Kind….. Whooooooo! Sorry.
