Pulling myself up to a good resting point on Mount Beerwah, I finally turn and sit with my back to the mountain, my eyes widening at the literally breathtaking view. Farmlands and lush green forests spread before me, with steep mountains poking through and a mysterious blue haze blanketing the horizon. I marvel at the awe-inspiring panorama and notice that every mountain has it’s own unique shape and character. But each is even more impressive up close, staring up at the sheer precipices and wondering how such oddly shaped features came to exist in an otherwise flat landscape. It’s silent apart from the wind weaving through the brush nearby, until a faint roar of engines grows louder and a couple of motorbikes zoom past in a dusty cloud on the dirt roads far below. There’s nobody else on the mountain apart from us, and despite my fast-paced heartbeat and rapid breath, a feeling of relaxation and pure content washes over. Off in the hazy distance I notice the jagged horizon of Brisbane’s buildings, and I’m grateful to be away from it. The Glasshouse Mountains provide the perfect escape from the cars, the crowds, and the sense of urgency that often comes hand-in-hand with city life. There’s something peaceful about being fully immersed in a natural environment that’s largely unaltered by humans, and it’s a beautiful thing.
What’s your most memorable mountain experience?
As always, keep on livin’ pura vida ✌