For years I have wondered, for years I had hoped, for years I wanted to know – do we have actually have a Magnetic Hill is southern Alberta. I decided to take my curiosity onto the open road to find out. My son and I drove south along Highway 2 for approximately one hour until we entered the small town Nanton, known for numerous antique stores and the Bomber Command Museum of Canada, which houses a Lancaster Bomber used in World War II. From there we made a quick turn west onto Secondary road 533, a nicely paved highway that drives through the foothills for about 40 kilometers before you intersect with Highway 22. Mystery has it, that 23 kilometers west of Nanton on 533 there is a small dirt road that is supposedly the entrance to the Magnetic Hill. Well, we drove and drove, we actually missed the dirt road entirely, but thanks to our handy-dandy back road atlas, we were soon headed in the right direction. However, there were no signs highlighting the area. The road rose and dived like a roller coaster, but still no signs. We did try one spot, but alas, nothing….! All this time, I had hoped…but as we drove we concluded that this myth was busted! That said, if anyone out there knows about this hill in Alberta, please share your discovery!
However, that didn’t stop our adventure. We headed back into Nanton and crossed over Highway 2 and decided to head east on Secondary Road 533 to continue exploring. I had read that there was an old abandon Aerodrome located in the middle of a prairie field, located approximately 30 minutes east of Nanton. The Vulcan Aerodrome was short-lived and was only used for World War II training during 1942-1945; however, the remnants of its former glory years still stand.
As we drove into the open prairie, where trees only dotted the landscape, I spotted buildings off into the distance. Excited to see that this myth wasn’t busted, I started to drive faster. Soon we were located within the ghostly compound driving along a forgotten past. Skydiving and “no trespassing” signs were plastered on the buildings and an eerie silence encompassed the area. We stopped briefly to take some photos, and as I walked in long grass and tiptoed around broken glass, I wondering if this area would ever come back to life like its formal glory days.