Most times it’s not about the destination.
Sometimes it’s not even about the journey – it’s about the people you share it with.
Each time I visit Straddie I think to myself “Why have I waited so long to come back to this amazing place?”
After visiting for a quick overnighter last weekend, I indulgently decided go back a couple of days later. Two ferry trips to North Stradbroke Island in less than a week is a new record for me.
“Everesting” is the act of riding your bike up and down the same hill many times until the cumulative elevation gain reaches 8,848 metres – the height of Mount Everest.
Rebecca attempted this challenging feat by riding up and down Centre Road, in D’Aguilar National Park, fifty-seven times in less than twenty-four hours.
Today’s ride was one of the most challenging and rewarding rides I’ve ever done. I will never do this ride again. Neither should you. Here’s why.
After five days of riding through the bush we had reached the coast. It was time fo us to ride south along the sand for a few hundred kilometres.
Imagine spending almost two weeks riding your bike. The first half through rugged bushland, the second half on sandy beaches. Here’s our account of this wonderful experience.
Surrounded by the sparkling blue water of Southern Moreton Bay, Russell Island is a fascinating place. We spent the day exploring it.
On Day two of our “Big Ride” I had to return home, leaving my friends in Toogoolawah. They continued their long journey to Gympie.