23 April 2011
Paige, Byron, Tiff and I dragged ourselves out of bed nice and early, we then hassled Alice until she couldn’t stand it any longer and decided it would be less painful to just get up. We threw a few bits and pieces in the car, strapped on our walking shoes and made the hour and a half journey to the top of the Toowoomba range.
We had a bit of trouble finding our way to the Table Top Mountain car park, we got there after trying to decipher a map we found at Picnic Point and then asking some early morning walkers if we were on the right track. They told us to travel along South Street and it would become Table Top Drive which would take us down a steep narrow goat track, over some crazy speed humps to a car park (dirt clearing with some cars scattered around the place).
Once we reached the clearing Paige, Byron and I had a spot of breaky and then we all started up a long and grueling path that led to the top of a hill and gave us our first real view of the climb ahead of us to the top of Table Top Mountain. We continued on in spite of Alice’s protests that “nature was all over her” and once we made it across a ridge full of boulders to Table Top Mountain itself, the walk became a bit easier. Paige ever the mountain goat bounded ahead and would always be waiting for us at the start of the next bend. Byron did well considering he is only four and even managed to climb up the really steep bit at the end.
The view from the top of the mountain was well worth all the effort and we got some spectacular shots of the surrounding landscape. The mountain looks like it has had the top half sliced off by some medieval giant with a huge sword, leaving a massive flat elevated surface, hence the name. Although the top is fairly flat, it is strewn with stacks of small rocks that are just waiting hidden beneath the grass to trip the unwary traveler. Of course what goes up must come down and seeing as we didn’t find the cable car that everyone was hoping was hidden on the other side of the mountain we started our decent, climbing down really is the fun part.
We made it back to the car in one piece and set off for our well-earned burger from Tiff’s cousin Richard’s burger shop, Phatt Burgers. Phatt Burgers is located in Ruthvan Street Toowoomba and churns out some of the best burgers that I have ever tasted. Tiff and I shared a burger called The Burghoffer, named after Clive Burghoffer the bloke that pretty much built and owns Toowoomba . The burgers claim to fame is that it is bigger than Clive and I can assure you it is one massive burger. Alice had the phoenix burger, as it was the one with the least amount of salad on it and the kids kicked back with some sausage rolls and a plate of chips.
It was great to catch up with Richard and because we arrived between the breakfast and lunch rush, Richard was able to sit with us and have a bit of a yarn, in between serving the customers streaming in and out. We left Richard just before lunch and made our way back down to Brisbane. Everyone was glad to get back, shower off, have a siesta and unwind after our adventure.