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Hill homestead

Hill Homestead, Wilpeana Pound

The pound is enclosed with high ridges forming a circle with just one entrance point. (Here’s an image from the air) It had permanent water and formed a natural enclosure for sheep. Inside the pound is the old homestead from when it was farming property rather than National Park.

We returned by the high track which took us a little way up the pound walls.


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  1. JulieSeptember 17, 2010 at 7:12 AM

    There's that SA rock homestead again. Thanks for the aerial shot. It is a wonderful landscape, a crater I guess from yonks ago.

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  2. PJSeptember 17, 2010 at 12:40 PM

    Yes, the aerial shot adds some perspective. I'm glad they've preserved it but whoever once lived there had to have known it was a special place. Did they displace the indigenous?

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  3. diane bSeptember 17, 2010 at 10:28 PM

    The aerial shot was very helpful to visualise where you were. I see now you are too fit to retire. lovely farm house.

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  4. UnknownSeptember 18, 2010 at 4:12 AM

    The red stone make wonderful walls.

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  5. Joan ElizabethSeptember 18, 2010 at 6:15 PM

    Julie, I don't think this was a volcano

    Paula, here's what I found "Ikara, as the local Adnyamathana people call it, is a significant place of many sacred Aboriginal rituals, and their Dreamtime stories tell of its creation by huge serpents"

    Diane, not as fit as I would like but also hoping to hold out a few more years before retiring, much as I would like to become a grey nomad.

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