Jan 25, 2007

Glass House Mountains Dusk

Glass House Mountains Dusk It was nearly seven by the time we got to the Mountain. We'd had to wait for the pizza to be cooked, and it was further down the Bruce Highway then we had remembered.

We climbed the Mountain in the gathering dusk, dourly noting the it wasn't going to be much of a sunset, as we couldn't see the sun for all the cloud.

Nevertheless as we reached the lookout, hot and sweaty for the steep climb, and, well, looked out, the view was as spectacular as last time, which the Glass House Mountains laid out below us looking majestic, unreal and unnatural.

The darkness gathered and soon we couldn't see the pizza we were eating, let alone Eloise who was running around and making herself busy in the murk.

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