Yesterday I visited a friend who lives on the north-side of Brisbane. We were both feeling active and she had just purchased a new bike, so we decided to put it to work. She had previously told me about a journey she loves to take to see the bay. On such a perfect day, it was the best time for me to finally join her. We pumped up the tyres and went on our way.
We peddled though the quiet suburban streets of Clayfield until we reached Toombul Shopping town. Here we took a right turn onto the bike path. It took us along a winding creek bank, past horse paddocks and sporting fields and then past the great gateway arterial. We went under bridges and rode around small water catchments. Eventually the pathway met with the wetlands which were scattered with small water holes and covered in vast, open, grassy plains. This is especially pleasant on an afternoon when the sun begins to set, casting a golden blanket over the fields. Native birds flutter through the thick reeds. Every so often we heard them call to one another as one decides to duck a little too low.
After about twenty minutes of riding through the marshy wetlands and up and over a few wooden boardwalks,a road appeared. This straight, flat road led us to the bay on a designated bike lane so there was no need to become anxious about dangerous vehicle traffic. We peddled past the old mangrove trees, which overtime, have formed a small forest. A little further along was a dog off leash area and access to the sand where people take their dogs or horses. It is here that the creek meets the sea. After weaving through more residential streets, we arrived at the water.
Seeing as we had made such an effort to get out here we decided to treat ourselves to an ice-cream from one of the milk bars and convenience stores on offer. Tiny as they are, they still always manage to bring a smile to my face. We sat on the grass overlooking the water which was stained a shimmery-orange colour. In the far distance we could see the beautiful and subtle sand hills of Moreton Island. My friend and I reminisce the great times we have spent on the island and the true joy the bay and beaches of Queensland have brought to us all.
As the light began to fall and fade we decided it was time to turn around and return home. The orange ball watched us closely as we cycled our way home until it slowly and ever so slyly sunk behind the mountains. Forty minutes later and we were home.
I couldn't have thought of a better way to spend a sunny afternoon than riding out to Nudgee Beach. It is the perfect way to conclude a weekend, especially if you have indulged and need to revitalise your body.