The Unplanned Hike : Spontaneous Sauerkraut, Spiders and a Green Addiction at Mt French

“It was tragic how life had sucked her down to the bones, all her spontaneity, her laughter and freedom had vanished. I knew then that I didn’t ever want to be like that. Whatever happened, life was something too precious to give up on so easily.”

– Belinda Jeffrey, One Long Thread

I must acknowledge the role of cheese and potatoes in the writing of this post. What do these foods have to do with a hike? Well, as soon as the chilly nights arrive my body which was naturally reed-like in my 20s suddenly craves potatoes and cheese in vast quantities. If I waited until I could find a walking partner available to fit in with my odd schedule, by springtime I’d have to be lifted out of my house with a crane. Death by lack of exercise is riskier than death by murder in my case. Having now defended solo hiking let’s get down to what actually happened on what I have dubbed The Unplanned Hike. Continue reading

Great Expectations – The Mount Maroon Version

Mt Maroon and Stinking Roger

Whenever my hikes don’t run to plan, I’m reminded of the words, “The best-laid schemes of mice and men,” from a Robert Burns’ poem. This in turn brings to mind a couple of grim scenes from John Steinbeck’s novella, Of Mice and Men. I doubt that the English teacher who chose this book for my class envisaged that 30 years later one of her students would still be having flashbacks. My recent hike at Mt Maroon involved another visit from the now controversial Steinbeck classic.  Continue reading

Tibrogargan and Beerburrum: Glass House Mountains Part II

Tibrogargan-Jack Ferris Lookout

“Spontaneity is a meticulously prepared art” – Oscar Wilde

Several months ago I wrote Ngungun: Glass House Mountains – Part I. Today’s post continues  my memories of this special area with a walk at Mt Tibrogargan and Mt Beerburrum. New followers or those old followers wishing to remind themselves of the geography and history of the region can read Part I here. Or if you prefer, check out the National Parks Site for more information. Mildly Extreme Jane is not feeling very well this week so she can’t guarantee any of this will make sense. I’ve lost some writing mojo, but as they say, “The blog must go on.” Perhaps grab a cup of coffee or something stronger before you start…

 I faced my nemesis while visiting Mt Tibrogargan.  Continue reading

Bushfires and Hiking Don’t Mix: Mt Greville – Moogerah Peaks


“It leapt across the flowing streams

And raced the pastures through;

It climbed the trees, and lit the boughs,

And fierce and fiercer grew.”

Henry Lawson – The Fire at Ross’s Farm

Mt Greville teased me for years. Many times I gazed at the deeply fissured monolith from across Lake Moogerah and wondered what it was called and how I could access it. However, upon returning home  I would forget about it until once again I was back at the lake conversing with this cheeky kookaburra. Continue reading

The Pyramids, the Big Apple and a Little Taste of Italy – Hiking Girraween National Park

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time. - David Henry Thoreau

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time. – David Henry Thoreau

“I can’t believe we’re really going!” I had to agree with my daughter. It was September, 2011 and it was difficult to believe that after the prolonged stressful events of the previous months we were finally on the road and escaping the city for a few days. It took a couple of hours of driving but  slowly, like heavy fog rising to reveal a dazzling blue sky, our tension lifted and we were laughing and sighing with relief.  We hadn’t even reached our destination but the anticipation of being immersed in nature was already having a therapeutic effect. Continue reading