I arrived in Augusta at about 3:30 and headed for the Lighthouse. I would have liked to do the tour but I was running out of time – I needed to be in Pemberton by about 5).
It still has that little country-town feel about it and hasn’t been commercialised to much.
While I was having a drink a nice old bloke called Bill came over to admire the bike and checkout where I was heading. He told me he bought an “Indian” in 1947 for a 100 pounds – a lot of money back then – and rode it all over WA.