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shapeofthingsKingaroy is a three hour drive away, almost due north-west but just a smidge more western. When we went there though, it took us a little over four hours. We took the scenic route.
Leave Brisbane the pretty way, where there's almost never traffic; out through Ashgrove to the Gap and then out to Samford. Samford used to be a quiet valley well away from the bustle of Brisbane, but now this pretty place is becoming just another suburb. Still, if you're passing through, be sure to stop at the patisserie in the shopping villiage - very, very good. Then, when you've had your fill of sweet pastry goodness,take the road up to Mount Glorious, through the tall rainforest smelling of leaf litter and water. It's beautiful up there. Up the top there's a picnic ground with a view to Lake Wivenhoe, our ever-shrinking water supply.
When you drive down the other side, the rainforest eases into eucalypt woodland. It's drier this side, away from the sea. Be sure to wind the windows down and listen to the bell-birds chiming. It's a long way, weaving between the two dams, to get back to the main highway, but driving through the empty, brown farmland at dusk in late winter is beautiful. The pink and gold light clung to the hills and the horizon sank into lilac haze from which the moon emerged. Bliss.
The weekend in Kingaroy drifted by lazily. Brett and Ailsa took us around the wineries in Buranda and I came home with half a case of Verdehlo-Semillon.
Leave Brisbane the pretty way, where there's almost never traffic; out through Ashgrove to the Gap and then out to Samford. Samford used to be a quiet valley well away from the bustle of Brisbane, but now this pretty place is becoming just another suburb. Still, if you're passing through, be sure to stop at the patisserie in the shopping villiage - very, very good. Then, when you've had your fill of sweet pastry goodness,take the road up to Mount Glorious, through the tall rainforest smelling of leaf litter and water. It's beautiful up there. Up the top there's a picnic ground with a view to Lake Wivenhoe, our ever-shrinking water supply.
When you drive down the other side, the rainforest eases into eucalypt woodland. It's drier this side, away from the sea. Be sure to wind the windows down and listen to the bell-birds chiming. It's a long way, weaving between the two dams, to get back to the main highway, but driving through the empty, brown farmland at dusk in late winter is beautiful. The pink and gold light clung to the hills and the horizon sank into lilac haze from which the moon emerged. Bliss.
The weekend in Kingaroy drifted by lazily. Brett and Ailsa took us around the wineries in Buranda and I came home with half a case of Verdehlo-Semillon.
