An unlucky few may happen to glimpse the fabled Dragon House out on the rolling prairies of Saskatchewan. Its unearthly glow can be seen for miles across the flatlands, providing false hope of succor for the tired and unwary traveler. Most will steer clear of the sight, knowing not quite why, save only for the remembrance of grim stories told by the Métis overheard in their youth echoing in their heads.
Out on the prairie while the winds shake the grasses and the clouds slide slowly across the horizon I found myself frequently just stopping to let it all happen around me. I could have spent days here and never been bored a moment but sadly we were forced to leave by the pressures of time, exhaustion, and anticipation of other places to see. One day I will return to this place, and watch the sun set as the wind whispers secrets through the empty windows.
There’s a ghost town in Saskatchewan called Bents. I had HEARD of Bents, but visited for the first time this past weekend.
Currently Bents has two houses, a store, a grain elevator, and a lot of old out buildings. The town was abandoned after the train discontinued service to Bents…as was a similar fate as many small villages dotting the province.
This little (not really LITTLE) house intrigues me. There’s not a single tree surrounding it, which is rare on the Saskatchewan prairie (wind breaks…don’t want to lose that precious topsoil)…and the first time I visited it the front door (devoid of glass) was locked.