The Glass House Mountains

It is said that Tibrogargan, the father, and Beerwah, the mother, had many children. Coonowrin the eldest, Beerburrum, the Tunbubudla twins, the Coochin twins, Ngungun, Tibberoowuccum, Miketebumulgrai, and Saddleback. There was Round who was fat and small and Wildhorse who was always paddling in the sea.

One day, Tibrogargan was gazing out to sea and noticed a great rising of the waters. Hurrying off to gather his younger children, in order to flee to the safety of the mountains in the west, he called out to Coonowrin to help his mother Beerwah, who was again with child.

Looking back to see how Coonowrin was assisting Beerwah, Tibrogargan was greatly angered to see him running off alone. He pursued Coonowrin and, raising his club, struck the latter such a mighty blow that it dislodged Coonowrin’s neck, and he has never been able to straighten it since.

When the floods had subsided and the family returned to the plains, the other children teased Coonowrin about his crooked neck. Feeling ashamed, Coonowrin went over to Tibrogargan and asked for his forgiveness, but filled with shame at his son’s cowardice, Tibrogargan could do nothing but weep copious tears, which, trickling along the ground, formed a stream that flowed into the sea. Then Coonowrin went to his brothers and sisters, but they also wept at the shame of their brother’s cowardice. The lamentations of Coonowrin’s parents and of his brothers and sisters at his disgrace explain the presence of the numerous small streams of the area.

Tibrogargan then called to Coonowrin, asking him why he had deserted his mother. Coonowrin replied that as Beerwah was the biggest of them all she should be able to take care of herself. He did not know that she was again pregnant, which was the reason for her great size. Then Tibrogargan turned his back on his son and vowed that he would never look at him again.

Even today Tibrogargan gazes far out to sea and never looks around at Coonowrin, who hangs his head and cries, his tears running off to the sea. His mother Beerwah is still heavy with child, as it takes a long, long time to give birth to a mountain.     (Ref Glasshouse Country Community Website)


Yesterday was drizzly so off we set for a Sunday drive on Saturday. Leaving Woody Point we drove out to Dayboro, over Mt Mee, out to Woodford, up to Maleny and stopped off at the Glasshouse Mountains on our way home.


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24 Responses to The Glass House Mountains

  1. It is a great story but the fact that there was no forgiveness is a shame. I have always found the area beautiful, yet haunting. Perhaps it is the unresolved anger of the father and the siblings?
    Beautiful shots 🙂


  2. crosbyman66 says:

    Lovely images


  3. Lacey says:

    These photos are really beautiful 🙂


  4. suzjones says:

    I didn’t know the story of the Glasshouse Mountains. Thank you for sharing. I really liked it.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Debra Kolkka says:

    Gorgeous photos. I love this area. I think I need another visit.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Very interesting legend and such a beautiful place…. Amazing shots, full of atmosphere !


    • Thank you Pamela. The weather was perfect for these photographs. There were quite a few other photographers at the lookout points enjoying the photo opportunity and chatting away excitedly 🙂


  7. Yvonne says:

    Is that a tale from the Dreamtime?

    That’s another beautiful part of our amazing country!


    • The Glass House Mountains are only a short distance from me but I don’t seem to get there very often. The Dreamtime is an understanding of the world, of it’s creation, and it’s stories. The legend of Tibrogargan is a story passed down through that areas indigenous land owners. Thanks for calling by Yvonne 🙂


  8. Nina Joan says:

    Lovely photos!


  9. kiwiskan says:

    beautiful legend and lovely shots


  10. One day there was a terrible fire in a forest and all the animals in the forest fled to the bank of the river, jumped in and swam to safety.

    A beautiful white horse raced to the bank and was about to jump into the river and swim to safety when it heard a squeaky little voice, down at its hooves.

    It looked down and saw a small black scorpion looking up at it. The scorpion pleaded ‘White horse, please take me on your back to safety on the other bank, otherwise I will be burnt to death here.’

    The white horse replied ‘But if I take you on my back, you will sting me and kill me.’

    The scorpion replied ‘No, I promise I won’t. Please help me get to safety on the other bank of the river.’

    So the white horse took the scorpion on its back, jumped into the river and began to swim to safety.

    In the middle of the river, the scorpion suddenly stung the horse. Now they would both die.

    The horse, in great pain, asked ‘Why did you do that?”

    The scorpion, smiling, replied ‘Because I am a scorpion.’

    True tales from the forest, Phil


  11. Great shot of the mountain topped by clouds.


    • Thanks. Pure luck as the trip was unplanned. Hit the road and see where we end up. There were brief rain showers but long enough pauses to get the camera out. When we arrived at the mountains the low cloud without the rain was an opportunity begging 🙂

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