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The village of Blowing Rock is an elegant town for all
seasons; cool in the summer, dazzling in the
fall, a Currier and Ives portrait in the winter,
and a festival of wildflowers in the spring.
There are many beautiful inns, historic bed and
breakfasts, motels. hotels, and luxury resorts.
Restaurant choices range from home-style to
continental cuisine. Fascinating shops offer
antiques, oriental rugs, elegant accessories,
local crafts, designer clothing, and much more.
Guests return year after year to sink into the
peace of these magical mountains.
The
aroma of fresh-made fudge, the subtle sound of a
woodcarver's knife as he whittles a keepsake, and
the stroke of a paintbrush from the hands of an
artist all portray some of the enchantment you
can find in nature's masterpiece - Blowing Rock.
Enjoy
the cool mountain streams that run through this
quiet mountain town and hiking trails through the
green forests. Bear, deer, and other wildlife
roam in a natural habitat at nearby Grandfather
Mountain. Tweetsie Railroad is a tradition for
many families, and The Blowing Rock attracts many
thousands of visitors every year.
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The Legend of
The Blowing Rock
It is said that a Chickasaw
chieftain, 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 crystal streams.
One 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 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.
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