Mount Beerwah, or a mountain of equal or lesser value
I took a trip with a few second year students in the break. One of the guys I went with is the older brother of a classmate of my younger brother. I met his younger brother first, at UBC… Small world. Anyway, it was great. we decided to try get up Mount Beerwah in the Glasshouse mountains, which are really strange rock formations sticking out of the otherwise nearly flat surroundings. They say that the mountains are the remnants of volcanic plugs, and the cinder cones have long disappeared. Makes for some funny hills, anyways. We drove to Mount Beerwah, but after parking and hiking up the path to the start of the mountain (despite the path being closed) we got to the base of the rock to find it a little slippery because it had been raining. We didn’t know what it would be like to come down if we got up, so we decided not to risk it… we were told by some others on the path that a few people had to recently be airlifted off, and didn’t want to add our names to the list (apparently it happens often enough).
This is what Mount Beerwah looks like on a clear day… That day it wasn’t this clear though!
So we went to another mountain, the name of which always slips my mind. We made the climb in a bit of rain and fog, but it made it feel pretty cool. Despite being soaking wet, I was pretty happy to be there.