Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Russell Island Exploration




I had a day free last week and decided that while it was still cool I would go for a look around one of The Bay islands. I had been wanting to take the kids on a ferry, then pedal around an island for almost ten years but it just never happened. Now that they aren't into cycling much I decided that that ship had sailed and I needed to go solo.

To make it a decent ride I would ride from home down to the ferry terminal at Redland Bay as we were only "about" 15km from the terminal. That would give me the chance to ride through the trails in Bayview Conservation Park to get there, adding some single track goodness to the day's ride.


Not being 100% sure of what to expect I decided to take the Plus size tyres in case I encountered sand.......after all, it was a sand island.

I eventually rolled into the ferry terminal about 5 minutes before a sailing and was hustled onto the ferry by the deckhand's "c'mon, we gotta go". I hastily parked the bike on the bow, securing it with my helmet strap, then found a seat. Gathering my wits for a second after the hustling, I wandered around the boat playing tourist.


Plenty of people do this twice a day, 5 days a week and I am sure they don't notice it any more but wow, the bay is pretty!


We went via the clockwise lap of the islands, stopping at Karragarra, then Macleay then finally my destination, Russell Island. The trip only took about 30 minutes.

Russell Island is the largest of the bay islands and has a population of somewhere around 3000. That probably swells on the weekend as mainlanders slip across for some R&R.


Straight off the boat and I was into the first little coffee shop that I saw. After all, it was morning tea time and I needed to get my bearings. I was going to follow a route that Neil Ennis and his mates had followed around the island back in January. I knew Neil would find all of the good stuff so why reinvent the wheel?


Setting off anticlockwise I soon noticed that this place was like a small country town. In places it was very much like some of the country towns where my cousins lived from the dirt/grass covered streets to the car relics lying around. I very soon got the impression that not much changes on Russell Island and that they might in fact like it that way......



I stopped to take this photo of a relocated house not 5 minutes into my ride and as I was pedalling off, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dive bomber coming straight for me.
 Magpie!!


I waved my arm up as it approached and it's wings crisply cut the cool morning air, making that familiar flapping/slapping/shwooshing sound that we all know and dread as it took evasive action, peeling off at the last moment. "Great, the maggies are out and I'm gonna get bombed all day" was my first thought. But it wasn't to be. This was the only aggressive little bastard that I encountered the whole day. Maybe he was off his meds?


Pedalling on and the crunch of gravel under the plus size tyres soon soothed my adrenaline spiked heart rate. These quiet back streets were rather pleasant and I shared waves with locals sitting on their decks enjoying the cool morning sunshine.


I pedalled around the edge of  a cricket oval, Jackson Oval, with views back to the mainland. Nice but I would hate to be the fielder looking for any westward sixes!


The route took me on a tour of lots of back streets of Russell Island. Like I said, many of these houses reminded me of towns from my childhood.



The local cement works had some relics slowly rusting away in the paddock next door. It was nice not to be in a hurry for a change and just take some time to look around.


I wonder if they have to mow the street or if the traffic stunts growth?


I was soon down at the south western corner of the island. Rocky Point park was a nice spot to stop and enjoy the serenity, nibble on a Cliff bar all while marvelling at man's ability to generate electricity......

Where the powerlines come across from the mainland.

I now turned east across the bottom of the island following the power line along Glendale Road. The problem here is that Glendale rd crosses a wetland/swamp for about 500m before emerging onto solid ground again. It didn't look too bad so I trudged in, trying to find a way around the water and through the waist high grass. 

The Fucarwie Tribe

This always fills me with dread here in Australia because you just know that there is a black snake or a brown snake somewhere under all that grass. I tried to make as much noise as I could and tried not to let my legs sink through the grass to touchdown on the ground underneath. 
Eventually I could see that there was no way of keeping my feet dry and at least I could see where I was putting my feet if I just took the plunge straight into the water. It was only ankle deep and did stink a tad but I was able to increase my forward progress by about 400% and was out of the quagmire in less that a minute as a result. And I only stunk a little bit.....

Yeah, that wasn't pleasant......

Emptying my shoes I pressed on toward the south eastern corner of the island.

There were MANY places for sale. This one looks back toward the mainland.

More quiet streets eventually led down to a little beach with a picnic area and playground. Lions Boulevarde camp ground looked like a great little spot to camp. 


Unless of course the midges and mosquitoes invade the place after dark. The park faces North Stradbroke Island which can be seen in the left of photo. Beyond that is the open Pacific Ocean.



Making my way up the eastern side of the island was very pleasant with plenty of waterfront housing looking across to North Straddie.


A few more back streets then I found myself outside the Russell Island RSL. It was tucked away and without some loud signage I would have not even noticed it. Being around midday by this time I wandered in to find quite a few people chilling out. Ordering a "works burger" was probably a mistake as once it arrived I actually struggled to fit it all in, despite having ridden up a 60km hunger by that point. Mental note - a regular burger will be just fine next time!


I then slowly made my way up to the most north-easterly point of the island where the Royal Brisbane Yacht squadron have their facilities. The gate was open so I rode in, asking the couple of people present if they would mind me having a quick look. They mentioned that it was a private site but sure, I could have a look. Nice setup with lawns, clubhouse and a pool but I didn't take any photos.

From here I meandered back to the ferry terminal and waited about 20 minutes for the next ferry. It was doing the clockwise loop again so the first stop was back on the mainland at Redland Bay. I always marvel at the shallow nature of Moreton Bay from the air and this shallow nature was reflected in the meandering course the ferry took to stay in the deepest channel.

Back on the mainland I made a beeline for home. It is a shame that Bayview is in a direct line home as I had to again sample some single track on the way home. I was starting to feel it in my legs by the time I neared home. I have certainly lost some fitness from my peak in early April.

The day turned out to be just over 100km(62mi) of which about 22km(13.5mi) were on the ferries. Not a bad day at all and probably more efficiently ridden on a cyclocross bike. There was only one section of sandy trail that lasted perhaps ~500m, so skinnier wheels might be the go next time.


I wonder if I will ever get the kids out there.....?






Cheers.






























Monday, August 27, 2018

Return To Mt Glorious



This roster sees me working every weekend which generally sorta sucks. However, to put a positive spin on it, it sees me with weekdays off and six-ish hours each of those week days between family commitments. That can only mean one thing....well, two actually......solo mountain bike rides AND solo motorcycle rides. Yep, working weekends sure does suk!!




Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Getting Out




I took a quick jaunt on the BMW last week to check out some road conditions around the Scenic Rim. It was also time to get some decent kilometres(metric miles) under the wheels!





It is VERY dry here at the moment and I was almost caught out a couple of times with large kangaroos bounding out of the high, dry grass on the sides of the road. The lack of carcases along the roadside lulled me into a false sense of security but in my defence, I have never seen the big Eastern Greys this close in to the coast before. It is usually just the smaller Wallabies. I guess they are looking for something to eat.


The first thing I wanted to do was check out Duck Creek Road. I have ridden this road many times on the mountain bike and have driven it a couple of times as well. April 2017 saw an ex tropical cyclone drift over the south east corner of the state and dump biblical rains. So much so that this volunteer funded road was washed out in a couple of places. Being on steep mountain sides it is beyond volunteer fundraising efforts to have it reconstructed, so Duck Creek rd has been closed since that time.
Bummer.


Since that time I have presumed that it would be traffic-able on my mountain bike but didn't want to go all the way out there only to find that the road had been barricaded off. Well, today I rode in to see what I could see.
What I could see was an entrance road in better shape than I have ever seen it! I guess the lack of traffic has allowed the access road to be relatively low-trafficked and stay in great shape.
I only went to the gate as I didn't want to be pinged for breaking any laws but when I come back on the mountain bike......? Well, lets just say mountain bikes can go anywhere.

I then rode down to the very end of the Kerry road, as far south as I could go on public roads. You tend to hit up against the Border Ranges which form a formidable barrier to accessing northern NSW. Turning around I then began my way back up to the Darlington Connection Rd which took me up a short, sharp climb then dropped me into the next valley west where I turned left into the Christmas Creek area.

End of the road.

I had ridden the mountain bike down here on one of my early bikepacking trips and the story of the Stinson Crash was explained in that post. Today I wanted to remind myself what the Stinson Park camping area looked like with a view to bringing the family for a lazy weekend before it gets too hot to camp again.


From here I headed to the little town of Rathdowny for a coffee and something to eat. In the 16 years I have been in Queensland I have never stopped in Rathdowny as it is just too close to Brisbane and a trip has either just started or is about to finish when passing through it. Well, today, on my "old man bike" I was just tooling around and the "must get going" guy wasn't in charge.....
I stopped at the quaint store and a very lovely young lass with a hint of (Irish?) accent took my morning tea order. I then sat myself out the front and watched to world go by for 30 minutes or so.


Done with sitting, I suited up and took the back way past Maroon Dam to mt Alford, then on to Boonah. The road was pleasantly twisty.


 It was also single lane in places and I got to test the BM on the dirt at 100km/h as I made way for oncoming traffic.


I stopped briefly at Maroon to take a photo in front of the local church. The towering Mt Barney can be seen to the right, looking down on us.


I then took a fairly uninspiring, circuitous route back to home via Peak Crossing and Ipswich Rd. I was looking to go to Johhny Appleseed for some RAM mounts to set my phone and GoPro up on the bike but when I got there I found the store had moved.......about 6km back along the route I had just come in on. It was now 29C according to the bike's temperature gauge and I was sweltering in my RST suit. "Bugger it, I'll come back another day" I told myself and so hightailed it home!


I put together the following video from my GoPro time lapse stills. It isn't that interesting but if you would like to see what the Australian countryside looks like, albeit in drought, grab a coffee and press play!







Taking it up a notch (or twenty three), here is an extremely well made and quite funny review of the F800GSA by FortNine.
Humour me and watch it through. You won't be disappointed (unlike with my crappy vid above)













Cheers and thanks for checking in!





























Sunday, July 29, 2018

The Postman Cometh



Wait, oh yes, wait a minute, Mister Postman

Wait, wait, hey, hey, hey, Mister Postman

Mister Postman, look and see

(Oh yeah) Is there a parcel in your bag for me?


(Please, please, Mister Postman) I been waiting a long, long time


(Whoah, yeah) Since I heard from SW Motech online.....



......You know the song.....



Yep, I have been giving the credit card a bit of a bashing lately. After a few weeks of research I have covered off three or four of the most important (to me) items that I need to make this F800GSA work for me. In no particular order these are -



Number one - A chain oiler system



Number two - a strap system so I can carry stuff.



Number three - a topbox so that the kids feel more secure and I can carry stuff.


Number four - a workshop manual so I can break stuff! (then fix it)



These items all arrived this week and luckily, I have the weekend free to fit them up! Free, that is except for a few jaunts to motorcycle shops looking for a ladies jacket to fit Lucy. 


Did I mention the kids are loving riding around on the back of this thing? Lucy has expressed her desire to get a motorcycle licence in a few years, when she is legally able to. It might be time for a little second hand TTR-125 or KLX-140 to teach them how to ride.....but first I need to find a place where they can ride. Not so easy when you live in the city.


The last "must have" I need to order is a screen add-on to deflect the breeze off of my helmet. The go to item seems to be a Wunderlich Ergo 3D screen which is to be had for a ridiculous amount of money for a small piece of perspex but anything to get rid of the "little guy tapping on my helmet with a hammer" at highway speeds......and I am again awaiting the Postman.

Sexy SW Motech top box




Cheers.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Nothing Much Happening



There hasn't been much happening here as there has been too much work at work and too much work at home lately. 
Painting the garage (plus a few other rooms) has eaten up all of my free time but Will and I did get out for a quick ride Saturday afternoon to grab some hot chips and to sit in the winter sun.

We are loving this BMW and I haven't even had it on the dirt yet!

Victoria Point sunset. Winter in Queensland.....


Still no farkeles yet but I am researching a slip on pipe for more road presence and more importantly, some sort of luggage. Who'd have thought that hard panniers were so expensive?! If anyone has any advice or tips on luggage, feel free to comment below.





Cheers.



Wednesday, July 4, 2018

N+1. You Know How This Works Right?



Now I am sure that those regular readers here know the rule that governs the correct number of bikes that a bloke should own? 
It is governed by the formula N+1
where N = the current number of bikes one owns
and clearly the + 1 = the number of bikes that need to be added at any given time.


Following this principle (judiciously) has seen me walk the tightrope for a number of years without ending up in the dog house. Last week I walked a little further along that rope, even though it was strung across a ditch deeper than the Grand Canyon.....

Yup, I had a bit of free floor space in my shed so I thought that I had better cover it up.....you know, so I didn't have to sweep that part of the shed......

Introducing my  +1








The kids approve and have both been for a decent ride. They both love it, so I am safe from living in the shed!


Let the farkling begin........






Cheers.









Tuesday, July 3, 2018

New England Mid Winter Motorcycle Trip




It has been a long time since I did any motorcycle touring but an opportunity arose last weekend. A few months back my Bro had told me that the Sydney boys were planning a ride up to the Oxley Highway in NSW for the end of June. I pencilled it in but it would depend on my roster. When the roster came out I actually had seven days off across that weekend. 
Game On!

I decided to get a days jump on everyone and head down on the Thursday afternoon so that I could squeeze some extra riding in. Hell, I needed the practice with my last big ride being over two years ago when the Sydney lads had escorted Rick to Queensland.

I planned on heading down via the Mt Lindesay Highway to Kyogle, then Casino before climbing the range on the Bruxner Highway to Tenterfield, then down the New England Highway to Glenn Innes for the night. It would be cold up on the range so I would wear my RST suit coupled with my merino layers to keep me warm. I didn't have much space in my seatbag but that wasn't a problem with quality clothing.