Girraween Part 2 - Sunset on the Pyramid

Sunday 4 October

4.15 pm and our first view of The Pyramid, Girraween National Park. 

We parked, donned back packs and set forth to ascend this granite outcrop for sunset views. 

A 5.2 km, grade 4, return hike, we had given ourselves plenty of time to enjoy the serenity and beauty of the trail. It was initially gentle, but nearing the base, our pace slowed as the elevation rose rapidly. Taking time to catch our breath, we listened to birdsong and were amazed at the proliferation of boulders.

A view across the valley to Turtle Rock, in the vicinity of our destination the following morning.

The final push to the top is about to begin. From the carpark it looked very doable, but the incline even here, was such, that it was difficult to stand easily. Joc and Marlene quickly made the decision to go no further. I was tempted to join Jan, but given the hour of the day, I chose to remain too. The views were still pretty special and I couldn't guarrantee that my body would not freeze if I went higher.

Jan sets off.

The next 2 photos were taken in 1987, when I was 7 months pregnant with my second son. Yes, I made it to the top and don't recall it being a hardship. It is in more recent times that my body has developed a fear of heights. I never know when it will react.

When Jan reached these girls, some 50 m ablove us, she had all but made the decision to turn round. Their encouragement and directions were very timely.

Almost there!

Returning.

Waiting for Jan to enjoy our freshments and sunset.

Glorious twightlight views, as the sun went down.

As much as we wanted to stay and watch the stars of the Milky Way appear, we departed early enough to safely negotiate the steep descent. Our headlights were switched on in readiness for the approaching dark.

Returning to our accommodation, we reflected on what a magical day this had been with rainforest, a waterfall, rural views, murals and a tranquil sunset. What excitement would the morrow bring?

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Girraween Adventure - Part One, Arrival

 Sunday 4 October

7am saw the arrival of Joc and her sister Marlene, and our friend Jan, at my home. We soon had the car packed and on the road, taking the scenic route, west through Beaudesert and Boonah to the Queen Mary Falls, enroute to The Granite Belt. Three and half hours travel, if completed in one hit.                                                

From Boonah the road climbs steeply to just over 1000 m above sea level, to The Head and the near by falls. The Head is the source of the Condamine river which flows nearly 3000 km to the Southern Ocean. 

The view from The Head was not the usual lush green panorama, but still idyllic looking over the Condamine headwater. This area hadn't really recovered from last year's drought, but storms had passed through a couple of weeks earlier.

A short drive on and we enjoyed the Queen Mary Falls circuit. [drop of 40 m, on Spring Creek] 

We hadn't intended on stopping in Killarney, but it's main street lined with apple trees in full blossom, begged us not to pass through in haste. Winter had gone straight to summer on the coastal plain, but here, the air was cool, crisp and clear. A sheer delight for us, as were the many historical murals we discovered. All so unexpected.

Natives shrubs flowering side by side with the deciduous trees, made a splash of bright colour.

We will have to return to see this mural completed.

It was just passed midday when we arrived in Stanthorpe, the heart of The Granite Belt. It is renowned for its vineyards, stonefruit, cold winters [sometimes snow] and National Parks.

I like this gem of a quote, "Visitors can swirl, sniff and sip their way through some of Australia's highest vineyards at some 1000 m above sea level." We were here to hike but .............!

Running through the centre of town is Quart Pot Creek. Its banks have been beautifully landscaped  to include parkland, picnic areas and lengthy walking and cycling tracks. Here we stretched our legs, enjoyed the wildlife and the reflections on the lagoon, before finding a shady spot to eat our preprepared lunch.

Before driving to our accommodation for two nights, we followed Stanthorpe's art trail of murals. 

I am fascinated by this art form and its recent developement in regional towns, as they have tried to absorb influences from the modern world. In the last five years, there has been a steep rise in the number of places organising street art festivals. It is only in this year of Covid19, that I have fully realised this growth.

A half hour drive south of Stanthorpe, took us to the edge of Girraween National Park and our quaint farmhouse accommodation.

It had been an early start, and we had a steep, granite monolith to climb for sunset viewing, so a quick nap was taken by all.

Lunch on the wide verandah, the following day.

Preparing dinner after our climb.

The back door!

The firepit beckoned us in the cool of our second evening, but alas, a total fire ban was in place.

5.30 am view on my early morning wandering, with camera in hand.

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