is said that a Chickasaw chieftan, fearful of a white mans
admiration for his lovely daughter, journeyed far from the plains
to bring her to The Blowing Rock and the care of a squaw mother.
One day the maiden, daydreaming on the craggy cliff, spied a
Cherokee brave wandering in the wilderness far below and playfully
shot an arrow in his direction. The flirtation worked because
soon he appeared before her wigwam, courted her with songs of
his land and they became lovers, wandering the pathless woodlands
and along the crystal streams.
day a strange reddening of the sky brought the brave and the
maiden to The Blowing Rock. To him it was a sign of trouble
commanding his return to his tribe in the plains. With the maidens
entreaties not to leave her, the brave, torn by conflict of
duty and heart, leaped from The Rock into the wilderness far
below. The grief-stricken maiden prayed daily to the Great Spirit
until one evening with a reddening sky, a gust of wind blew
her lover back onto The Rock and into her arms. From that day
a perpetual wind has blown up onto The Rock from the valley
below. For people of other days, at least, this was explanation
enough for The Blowing Rocks mysterious winds causing
even the snow to fall upside down.