The pub, which has a rich history in the community, is located at the main (and only) intersection in town.
Built in the 1920’s, it had undergone a few renovations because of fires and remodeling, revealing a spooky set-up. A room under the stairs existed since the building was rebuilt after a fire in the 1930’s, with no way in or out. Before tv and automobiles were in the area. During the latest renovation, that room was opened, as it had no way in or out, (it was effectively dead space) and inside was a stool, and a black and white tv.

This, and other stories come from Trappa, the regular to the bar with his ‘spot’ along the counter, and knowledge of everything in the town. With a curly beard, age sunk cheeks, and blind out of his drooping left eye, he points at things around the bar, pictures, carvings, and sketches, and delves into their history. After all, he is the one who did the renovations.

Within a few weeks of being here, Trapper was sitting at the bar and said how he had two Koalas, a mama and baby, in the trees by his shed. (Just across the a street from the pub.) He called his wife to confirm they were still there. Within 5 minutes, I am fighting the approaching dusk to get as many photos of the koalas I can.

Another thing that I have been fortunate to learn from trapper was the histories about his father in law, a lieutenant in the royal Australian air force in WWII. The war hero J.H. Dixon had been shot down, not once, but three times, over both land and ocean. The day after telling me of the successful missions (and realizing my weakness for WWII history) he brought in a case of old photographs and memorabilia from Dixon’s flying days.  One of the items was in old map. While folded neatly and tucked into its plastic sleave, it looked like any other map, roads and cities plotted against the yellowing medium. But it wasn’t paper. The map was a silk scarf used by pilots who, if shot down, could use the maps for navigation, and conveniently, warmth.

The locals have been very generous with offering to show me around. From geological forms, to taking me to get photos of cattle being mustered, to giving me contacts for the quicksilver pro, the people here are as excited to show me the ‘real Australia’ as I am to see it.