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.
Riding through open cattle grazing land was interesting. Most of the cattle gave us a wide berth, although some got curious if we slowed down or stopped. I doubt they saw anything as interesting as us all that often.
There were a few moments riding through remote South Australia that I had to remind myself that I wasn't in the American Southwest. The sight of a kangaroo or emu bounding was enough to remind me where I was.
