On the long road to Uluru, we rolled into a town that barely whispered its name. No crowds, no clutter. Just stillness. But there, just off the bitumen, something ancient stirred.
Not a museum in the polished sense. Not a place of plaques or pomp. Just a field of giants — windmills, worn and weathered, each one holding the wind like memory.
They stood proud in the dust, backs to the sun, arms open to sky. Guardians of another time, still turning, still speaking, if you know how to listen.
This was Penong. Not a detour. A remembering. A place that asked for nothing but gave a moment I’ll...
Read moreIt's a small town at the end of a long drive from the west Caltex patrol is cheap the pub across the road has ok acc i stayed out the back 50 dollars aircon no tv but after 12 to 14 hours dr from wear you woke up who cares Inside the pub rms are 90 with tv .also the food ain't bad Comunal toilets and showers male and female Town has caravan park also
But if you don't stay overnight stop and look at the windmills ...
Read moreThe town has done a great job getting people to stop and appreciate water and where resources come from Great collection of windmills I would definitely recommend to stop here as it is very close to the main road Girl at Info centre in Port Augusta did not even know the place existed when I asked where to find the collection of Windmills on the Nullarbor but Google came to the rescue and glad...
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