Day 51 - Top of Hill to Mt. Coolon - 99km
The road evened out and I solidered on, on the map there was a small town, with what looked like just an old pub in the road ahead and the plan was to get there by night fall.
About 10km out a hand painted sign said roadhouse now open. Mt. Coolon is the reminisce of an old gold mining town. All roads leading to it are dirt.
An old building with “NO TRESSPASSING” painted on the door, the roof halfway collapsed, a faded sign out the front tells of the buildings history as the towns theatre, an icon of the bigone era. I stop at the roadhouse, a lady sits of the front with her cat, I order a burger. A man arrives on an antique motorbike, surprised its running, no helmet and is a friend of the owner.
I grab my burger and leave, this place doesn't seem right.