The tides were favourable. The temperatures were cool. A paddle on the Caboolture River seemed like a good idea.
Paddling on Lake Samsonvale is like jumping into a postcard. When my friend Michael offered me the chance to try it, I didn’t hesitate.
I enjoyed hours of fun as child on my bike, rolling around the local neighborhood with friends.
Today, when Calum took us for a spin around some local trails, I realized I am still that same kid, just in an older body.
Today we rode our fat bikes along the shoreline of Bribie Island for as long as we could, before the tide came in.
For our final full day in Scotland, Laura and Ken took us for a hike through Roslin Glen, a picturesque park south of Edinburgh.
Today my cousin Harry kindly offered to take me on a ride through some beautiful Scottish countryside near the birthplace of Thomas Makdougall Brisbane, after whom my home town of Brisbane is named. But there was one major twist to our ride…
Almost fifty years ago, an entire town disappeared under the flood waters of a dam. Now, long hidden sections of that town are starting to reappear as water levels recede due to dry weather.
Today’s challenging adventure took us through some rugged scenic country on the edge of the Great Dividing Range.