When my friend Mike recently offered to show us around some of his favourite trails in the mountains near Imbil, we jumped at the chance.

Railway Hotel

Imbil is a delightful small town on the Mary River west of Gympie.  It boasts a grand old pub, a century-old disused railway line, and endless trails through hilly hoop-pine plantation forests.

Caseys Gully Road

After a brief roll down the paved road, we followed a gravel track into the forest.

Caseys Gully Road

Mountain bikers love the dirt.  We all grinned and regressed a few decades as we relaxed among the trees.
Bunya Pine

The plantations here are unusual. Rows and rows of Bunya Pines are planted beside the Hoop Pines. In Summer Bunyas drop huge cones the size of melons filled with edible nuts. They’re delicious when cooked, but you wouldn’t want one to fall on your head.

Steep Climb

After a few easy kilometres on quiet gravel roads we finally reached the steep tracks.


At first we pedaled heroically, but eventually the gradient became too steep…

Steep Hill

We dismounted and pushed.

These were big hills.  I found it difficult even pushing the bike up them.

(Photo: Tony Ryan)
(Photo: Tony Ryan)

As we ascended, rolling hills of pine plantations unfolded below us: a plush velour of dark green.

(Photo: Adam Lynch)
(Photo: Adam Lynch)

The tracks grew steeper.  We had to crawl up in places, dragging the bikes behind us.

(Photo: Tony Ryan)
(Photo: Tony Ryan)

We were working hard.  I chuckled under my breath and thought “This is definitely not boring.”

It might have been exhausting, but it was better than watching TV or reading the morning paper.


The pay-off for any tough climb is the enjoyable descent on the other side.

We reached the top, but the treacherous descent was steep and loose.  Our bikes skidded and fish-tailed downwards.

Steep Descent

“Nope.  Not riding down that.”

Nick and I have both had multiple operations for mountain bike injuries.  We decided we didn’t want to add to the list today, so we got off the bikes and scrambled down the hill.

(Photo: Adam Lynch)
(Photo: Adam Lynch)

In some places even scrambling was tricky – especially while trying to drag our bikes down with us.

I slid down on my backside.

Mike (who has the affectionate nickname of “Mad Mike”) rode down a lot of these descents.

He survived, then apologetically confessed that he had probably brought us on the wrong course.  This was not where he had intended to take us.

I laughed.

“This is what we came for.  I’m having a lot of fun!”

Sometimes we have the best fun by accident when things don’t go exactly as planned.

M Traverse

We eventually made it down the other side without any injuries.

It was a relief to again ride on gentle slopes and smooth terrain.



Our course took us along an undulating ridge following the mountain tops between Kenilworth and Imbil.

The slopes dropped off sharply either side, but the ridge rolled gently over the range through dense forest.

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Either side of us old wooden signs pointed to various plantation plots and different tracks.

This complex maze of trails offers weeks of different riding options, but it would be easy to get lost without a GPS.


The Mills are Alive

As we ascended, the open scrub slowly transformed into thick rainforest with tall trees towering over vines and piccabeen palms. Whipbirds echoed through the dark green shadows.


Hilltop View


We stopped once or twice to rest our legs and survey the landscape below us: forests and hills as far as we could see.

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Towards the western end of our loop we stopped briefly at a point overlooking Lake Borumba.

This artificial lake was formed when a dam was built on Yabba Creek.  Somewhere below us the drone of a powerboat echoed from the surrounding tree-clad hills.

Nick and Darb

As we left the lookout we enjoyed one final descent down to the lake.


Although steep, these slopes were gentle compared with the treacherous drops we had ridden earlier in the day.

Borumba Dam Wall

We stopped briefly at the dam wall to top up with water and discuss the remainder of our route.  Our legs were tired from the rough terrain and we agreed that we probably wouldn’t enjoy another big ascent up to Mount Kandanga today.  We had only come thirty-five kilometres but we had already climbed about 1,500 metres.


We decided to take the simple route home via the paved road.

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We crossed Yabba Creek several times on the way back over low picturesque bridges…

Yabba Creek Road

…through lush rolling paddocks.

The Mary Valley is a beautiful place.


(Photo: Adam Lynch)
(Photo: Adam Lynch)

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