According to legend, Captain Cook named Mt Warning on a surf check in his gin palace yacht cruising the east coast back in 1770. Cook is credited with the first surf boat trip and the discovery of a load of excellent breaks including Cloudy Bay, Adventure Bay, Botany Bay, Byron Bay and Teahupoʻo in Tahiti. Cook was the victim of the first surf rage death when he dropped in on a local at Teahupo'o who promptly grabbed his spear and drove it through Cook in the first documented case of extreme surf localism. It is thought that Australia's first sunrise every morning can be viewed from the summit of Mt Warning and it is therefore attributed with some pretty heavy mystical vibes by mung bean eaters and star treckies. The fact of the matter is, however, that during the summer months, the first sunrise is seen from Macquarie Island, well south of Tasmania.
(Early morning view of Mt Warning from the bunk house)
Every morning of the Old Fart Surf Co. Fabulous Tour of Coolangatta the Dude woke up to a splendid view of Mt Warning. The Dude is not prone to mystical mumbo jumbo, however, he felt himself strangely drawn to "The Mountain". After day four of the Fabulous Tour, he said "enough, I can't bear it any more, I've got to climb that mountain." "Well OK, said the Mex, "but lets go and have a surf first." The LOOFS (Ladies of Oldfartsurfers) of course were up for a good hike instead of shopping.
(The Dude & the Goodwoman halfway up Mt Warning)
The boys started with a surf on the south side of the headland at Cabaritta while the LOOFS went for a stroll to the local instant coffee joint. The NE wind swell combined with a small SE ground swell produced some interesting shifting peaks, and, if you were lucky enough could get a long lefthander down the beach. After a time, the LOOFS returned from the coffee break and an expedition conceived. A late lunch was held in a rustic restaurant at the base of the Mountain, so rustic in fact, that the table cloth had ingrained egg yoke along with other foodstuff. The summit attempt was commenced at around 2 pm and the climbing party was immediately met with warning signs that the drive to the summit should not be commenced after midday or it wold turn dark before you got back. "Damn Cook and his warning signs" said The Dude, "lets push on regardless". So, off they went, stoically striving for the summit. The first casualty was the First Lady of Mexico with a sore toe who turned back at the half way point. The Dude, The Good Woman and the Mexican pushed on for the summit only to hit a dark wall at the 3/4 point in the impending darkness. Common oldfartsurfersense got the better of goal achievement and the team turned back prior to the summit and went in search of the a hot bath and a good restaurant meal. Mt Warning remained unconquered by the oldfartsurfers for another day.