Yesterday was another beautiful day, so I made the most of it and met up with a couple of friends for a gentle spin out to the coast. We met up at Nundah and I realised I'm slowly becoming naturalised after tossing up whether to wear a thermal under my jersey when it was wall to wall sunshine and with a forecast of 23 degrees!
We headed out on the bikeway in a loose formation, swapping turns on the front when it was time to swap gossip
First off we rode alongside the Kedron Brook floodway, which is far prettier than the name implies
Then after a short road section you turn off into the Boondall Wetlands - this alternates between mangrove swamp (negotiated via a boardwalk)
open plains of grassland (where you can pretty much hear the snakes jogging alongside you checking you out for a sign of weakness)
After a few more twists and turns you end up cutting through a small housing estate, although it's a little different over here than in the UK
Eventually you emerge at the head of Cabbage Tree Creek, where there is a small marina and a few commercial fishing boats selling fresh-caught seafood. Sadly I'd left my panniers at home so couldn't pick up a kilo of prawns as I was passing.
There's a brief climb which allows you to look down over Moreton Bay in all it's glory - you can just see Moreton Island in the distance
and then after some winding along suburban roads you emerge on the seafront
At this point we could have continued, but the lure of sitting in the sun, catching up with old mates and discussing the Olympics proved too great
As did the 'brunch of champions'
There are worse places to be on a sunny Sunday morning
As you have probably guessed, it was a cracking way to spend a Sunday morning
Thanks all! :)
We headed out on the bikeway in a loose formation, swapping turns on the front when it was time to swap gossip
First off we rode alongside the Kedron Brook floodway, which is far prettier than the name implies
Then after a short road section you turn off into the Boondall Wetlands - this alternates between mangrove swamp (negotiated via a boardwalk)
open plains of grassland (where you can pretty much hear the snakes jogging alongside you checking you out for a sign of weakness)
and light woodland
The path twists and turns it way along, and at times it bunches up and almost feels like singletrack on tarmac.
Ah the joy of corners - we'd never make the womens triathlon teamAfter a few more twists and turns you end up cutting through a small housing estate, although it's a little different over here than in the UK
Eventually you emerge at the head of Cabbage Tree Creek, where there is a small marina and a few commercial fishing boats selling fresh-caught seafood. Sadly I'd left my panniers at home so couldn't pick up a kilo of prawns as I was passing.
There's a brief climb which allows you to look down over Moreton Bay in all it's glory - you can just see Moreton Island in the distance
and then after some winding along suburban roads you emerge on the seafront
At this point we could have continued, but the lure of sitting in the sun, catching up with old mates and discussing the Olympics proved too great
As did the 'brunch of champions'
There are worse places to be on a sunny Sunday morning
As you have probably guessed, it was a cracking way to spend a Sunday morning
Thanks all! :)
All this perfect weather and I've either been stuck in Melbourne or inflicted with the flu and unable to ride. :(
ReplyDeleteLooks fantasic. It's hard to beat a sparkling clear winters day in Brisbane.
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