On Sunday we braved the early morning cold and got up at 6am for an adventure out to North Stradbroke Island, the largest of the many islands which form the barrier between Moreton Bay and the Pacific Ocean. The crisp morning air demanded jumpers to be worn with our shorts so it was hard to raise the motivation to throw our bikes in the car, rummage through the cupboards for food and drive out to Cleveland where the car ferry begins the 45minute journey across to the Island.
Having parked the car and assembled my bike (seriously one day I am going to buy a bike that fits in a car or even a standard bike box) we bought our tickets just as the ferry started loading. The calm and beautiful conditions on the crossing confirmed to us that it had been worth getting up, and that we weren’t mad.
Arriving on the island we were immediately in the shade of the sand hills the dominate the island. Panic filled me as my ideas of riding around on a perfectly flat island with lots of beautiful bays was shattered, but a coffee from the bakery restored my earlier optimism and we started riding towards Point Lookout at the northern tip or the island. The riding is easy, with good roads that seem well thought out and aren’t steep.
We stopped for a swim at Cylinder Beach where despite being the middle of winter the water temperature was 20degrees there were plenty of people in the water. Eventually we made it to Point Lookout and The Gorge, which we had both heard about but had never seen. The Gorge is a deep cut into the rock that makes up the northern tip of the island, and looks like it was once a blow hole or something because of how deep and straight it is.
Rough seas and strong winds made it an amazing day to be up on the headland and the conditions looked treacherous to say the least. The wind was so strong that I was nearly blown over whenever I stood face to the wind.
The Gorge itself was almost disturbing with the amount of foam that had developed in the watery bottom. Every time a wave swept up the gorge, or a strong gust of wind occurred, thick brown-green foam billow up the walls and rippled like a mattress.
After an ice cream and lunch we rode back to Dunwich then rode inland to Brown Lake in the hours or two spare before catching the ferry home.
Categories: Life and Daily Interest, Queensland
Tags: Brisbane, Cycle Touring, National Parks, nature, photography, Surly LHT, YUPI Day Out
Hey Paddy & Clare,
I’m envious of all the bitumen you seem to be cycling on (although there’s hills). Are the bikes still holding up well? What about yourselves?
If you don’t like assembling the bike Paddy you should buy one of those foldable ones, think they’re called Brompton! Haha, you can even take them on trains. (Or get a rack to put the stuff on the back of the car).
Anyhow, I read in a different post that you’re moving to Alice Springs?! Is that true, if so update me via the e-mail! I’m not going to visit you there but I just might do the 1400km or so detour to say I stayed over at the same people three times because they kept moving around all the time.