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.
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.