I went to Uluru for the first time 5.5 years ago. Something about the place touched me in a way I had never felt before. Instead of my planned 2 days there, I spent 5 days.
I walked around it, rode around it and studied it from every place that I could find. I actually went looking for local people to talk to them about it.
Having grown up in an area that had a large indigenous community and having best mates who were indigenous I felt strangely connected to the local people at Uluru.
I was treated so well and given so much of the local story of the area and taken to places that I had walked past but not seen that I left being even more in awe of the place.
I left feeling that had I wanted to climb then I would have been welcomed to by the local elders.
Having said that, I left also feeling absolutely no urge to climb it even if my body at the time would have allowed it.
I have no trouble believing that in is one of many sacred sights within a days walk, and I could easily go back and spend another 5 days and still feel as though I had more to learn.
Uluru was also the 2nd step on my flying journey, 50 years after my 1st step, but that is a different story.