“How far to the next roadhouse?”
I asked.
“Kalgoorlie. About 40km,” said someone at the gas station.
I cruised through some headwinds, hoping to get some lunch and push to Norseman. I turned on my phone to see a bunch of messages from friends saying I was going the wrong way. I was indeed.
Crushed, heartbroken. Beating myself up, but also bummed about going up and down the same hills back to Coolgardie.
Back now and on track. 50 extra bonus km in the bag. 😜