Leaving one beach for another on the other side of Moreton Island we slip and slide our way across the warm sandy tracks that is the main Island Highway. Cruising along with the windows down and a bare sandy foot hovering between the pedals the ocean air cools as we travel under the green forest canopy of spotted gums and paperbarks. Lower to the ground palm fronds spray out along the track and native birds flitter through the dappled light in hops and jumps.
The windy green tunnel to paradise snakes us saliently through the Islands interior like a river of tropical adventure. We're on Island time, no shirt, no shoes, no problems.