A Day in the Life of…
… A work camper on a side trip.
My mother is gone now, but I can remember her telling me about when she was a child she had to go live with a relative in North Carolina for a while and about a visit they made to The Blowing Rock in North Carolina.
Since we are work camping about a 2-hour drive from there, I wanted to go visit it. She said she could toss a handkerchief off the mountain and it would come back to her. I wanted to see this and possibly share her memory. So, yesterday, off we went to Blowing Rock North Carolina. The address is Highway 321 South, Blowing Rock, N C
When my Mom went, there must have been more of a breeze than yesterday. I think anything thrown off the mountain would have gone straight to the bottom. Not much air was moving yesterday. But it was beautiful. The air felt fresh. The views were amazing and Dave and I got to have a nice picnic lunch there. We took some beautiful pictures.
If you get a chance to visit it is definitely worth the drive and the $7 admission charge. Hopefully, when you go you might get to try tossing something off and seeing if it comes back to you.
The Legend of Blowing Rock says that “ a Chickasaw chieftan, fearful of a white man’s 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. One day a strange reddening of the sky brought the brave and maiden to The Blowing Rock. To him, it was a sign of trouble commanding his return to his tribe in the plains. With the maiden’s 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 Rock’s mysterious winds causing even the snow to fall upside down.”
Some of our pictures…