The foundations of a building in what was named, but never became, the town of Simmonston are nearly completed consumed by brush.
The Cradock Hotel is in the middle of nowhere. After hours of hard riding, stopping for a cold drink, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, and a few minutes on the front porch admiring the local art was a welcome break.
The longest stretch of the longest ride of the trip, the last few miles into Hawker. The flat, straight ride never seemed to end until there was a sudden rise and right turn into town.
