Wolston Creek Bushland Reserve

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I TOOK the train to Goodna Station, arriving at around midday. From the station I started following the nearby Centennial Walkway/Bikeway running between Ipswich and Brisbane towards the city. The walkway was very quiet but the nearby Ipswich Motorway which it followed was very noisy with constant traffic.

The pathway abruptly ended at a major road construction of some new lanes where the Logan Motorway divides off from the Ipwich Motorway, but a bridge heading across the motorways and railway lines has a path which I'm able to follow to the other side from where I follow an obscure road passing Gailes Station from where a pedestrian bridge back across the motorways brings me back to the Centennial Walkway/Bikeway. There I continue following it until another bridge across the motorway towards Wacol Station. The path continues, passing the heavily fortified Arthur Gorrie Correctional Centre then continuing through an old residential centre before reaching the Centennial Highway which the path follows.

I took a side route passing through a small industrial estate before reaching Pooh Corner Bushland Reserve, which I followed and continued to Centenary Memorial Gardens, reaching Wacol Station Road.

Crossing the road, I reached Wolston Creek which is mostly fenced off apart from a double gate leading to the start of a walkway. The track passed through beautiful scrubby bushland with a lot of plants in flower. The vegetation was very dense giving only a few passing glimpses of the creek as I followed it downstream towards its mouth at the Brisbane River. The track undulated between different grassy and forested terraces.

The track eventually left the park passing through a wide grassy area through which power lines pass through to a large substation. There were quite a lot of kangaroos foraging on this grassy park as I headed towards the substation watching the sun appear out from behind the clouds in their final moments before setting.

Upon reaching the end of the park, I cross the road into Newcomb Park to watch the sun setting in cloudy skies over the river, overlooking Booker Place Park on the other side of the river.