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.
Tabula Rasa and I just got home from a week of driving across Canada, hosted by our companion Holly. It was a very intense 4 days of near constant driving with frantic shooting in between. I can only hope that I managed to capture a fraction of the magical beauty that is the northern prairie and the forgotten places scattered throughout.
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.