Travellers’ Tales – beasts of the forest

Mount Tamborine – 7th February

We borrowed one of Ross’s cars and drove up to Mt Tamborine, turning off the highway where you start to see the suburb of Pacific Pines sprawling over the hills.  There are no longer any pine trees, and I doubt if there was ever a view of the Pacific.  There was a better road to take, an earlier turnoff that we missed, so we took the familiar exit near Helensvale.  The road potters past streams, fields and horses, then climbs winding through the high stands of eucalyptus and on into the rain forest.  For a long time I have imagined that I would like to live up on Mt Tamborine, where the beautiful rain forest is cool and dark and the community is open to creativity.  Perhaps I am over-influenced by reading Peter Carey – Bliss is very persuasive, set in the rainforest.  Anyway, all the world has now come to Tambo, and tourists by the busload sustain the craft shops and cafés of Gallery Walk. 

Witches’ Falls Park – Australia’s first National Park – starts at the top of the mountain in bushland, promising to let us descend into rainforest. 

Through the bush the farmland to the west of the mountain glowed calmly in the afternoon sunshine.


looking westwards


 Scrub turkeys were ubiquitous.


exit turkey, stage right


I like the way that my camera only caught the departing rear of this one, as it flounced away like an outraged dowager.

 The paths through the park tumble down the mountainside to the west, weaving past strangler vines and giant fig trees with their grotesque ribbed roots, as if the witches’ hair flowed through eternity, not petrified but turned to wood. 

There is a familiar look about these root structures – something almost alive, or even almost dead, like the bony hide of an animal that has died of thirst in the desert.  Later I saw the same shapes from the train in New Zealand, where the long mountain slopes divide and descend in folds to the plain.


Scambled boulders, carelessly flung down the hill somehow display an ancient memory of the power that shot them there.  It is as if they are still dynamic and capable of rolling at any moment.  But they are rooted firm: mossy and embedded in undergrowth.


Little lizards sit very still, camouflaged grey against the grey-brown mulch of the forest floor. There’s a ginger-brown flick from their underside as they slip away.


(This could be another of my trick pictures: can you find two lizards?)

At Witches’ Falls itself we are still only about halfway down the mountain.  It’s been a wet season (of course) and the little creek is running fast, pelting downhill over shiny-brown stones in the sunlight.  The lookout is closed for renovations, and indeed two men are working on it with shovels and a digger.  Turning back southwards from the falls the path moves levelly along the side of the mountain, and the atmosphere changes.  It is dark under the tall trees and the ground is deep-littered in brown palm branches and dead grasses – the remnants of earlier flooding.


In the gloom of the deep forest two ducks float incongruously on a stagnant marsh, and the trees rise, unearthly, above them. 


As we start the climb back, there is a rustling in the low bushes.  Suddenly I remember that snakes exist, and begin to walk more carefully, glad of my strong trainers and hearty socks.  My companion is only wearing sandals, but I am more concerned about this than he is.  And then, just a few paces further on, there appears a most wonderful beast of the mountain: a big goanna is sitting very still on a rock.  I see him so suddenly that I am surprised into a shriek.  He (why are they always ‘he’?) is clearly waiting for us to go away, and hoping that we don’t really notice him, just like the little brown lizards earlier.  This most beautiful creature has the longest tail – much more than his body length, tapering back over the rock.

goanna staying very still

 We move into a kind of very slow dance, in which we gently try to get closer and take good photos without scaring him into moving (while I am feeling irrationally very scared of him – but he can’t harm us).  And it works.  We are closer and closer.  He seems to be feeling more tense: I guess we are not doing what he hopes.  He starts to flick his tongue in and out – a long, pink tongue.  They can smell with their tongues, so perhaps he is smelling us, to work out what we are. 

flickering a pink tongue in and out

 Eventually we edge past him,  and he moves – at first slowly, then a quick slither and he is away, off into the bush.

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3 Responses to “Travellers’ Tales – beasts of the forest”

  1. valkyrie1 Says:

    I found the second lizard, but not the second duck!

  2. Derek Says:

    I can see the other duck well at least it eyes and beak in the centre of the picture top third behind the large log you do need to enlarge the photo to see it

  3. Auckland to Wellington: a long day out « Jill's Blog Says:

    […] We had already seen an early National Park up on Mt Tamborine, at Witches’ Falls, (see )  and I am reminded of Pearson Park in Hull.  This last one isn’t a National Park, but a […]

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