The weather report forecast rain, but we still wanted to ride, so we took our fat bikes to Bribie Island.
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.
Once upon a time, long ago in the Aboriginal Dreamtime, two men had a titanic life-and-death struggle…
We’ve organized many fun rides in the Glasshouse Mountains over the last few years. But today we let someone else do the hard organizational work, and tagged along.
“There’s a great waterfall near Mapleton,” Paul suggested last week. “Let’s check it out”.
I wasn’t sure which waterfall he meant, so to be safe I worked out a route that went past five of them. Surely that way we’d end up visiting the one he was talking about?
(Photo: Jason Reed)
I love the feeling of freedom that comes with riding on the sand at low tide. The endless stretch of sand, and the gentle roar of the surf keep me coming back.
Today we decided to come back to Bribie Island.