Have you ever been mountain climbing?  Unless you count the steep street I walk up every weekday to get the kids from school then it’s a “no” from me but just an hours drive from my home are the beautiful Glass House Mountains,  that’s where the real mountain climbers go for a bit of action.  It’s dangerous though, back in January an experienced climber fell to her death and the local paper did an article about the lure of the mountains in what can end up being a fatal attraction.  People climb mountains for a number of reasons, fitness, fun, excitement or perhaps the solitude that greets them at the top but what ever the reason there is always that ever present risk of slipping, tripping or simply losing your balance.  People try to feel safer by using hiking boots, walking sticks, ropes etc but can you imagine doing it barefoot?  Well my Uncle does, here’s how the paper described him “Beewa John, barefoot and flying, tough as nails and fit as a mallee bull, and he has already been fishing for five hours before dawn.”  So while I tackle the incline of Dorkay Street in Stafford Heights my uncle is climbing barefoot up the Glasshouse Mountains.  Now dear reader if you are ever at the Glasshouse Mountains and you happen to see a pair of thongs at the mountains base, say hello to my Uncle John for me.  No doubt he will pass you three times over before you reach the top…. even without his shoes!