powers or powers in...nature, as a lot Indian tribes did at one time, believe that any form of beta quartz allows energy to be stored and transformed, even manipulated by it. It can throw electronics and other stuff off, too - hide things."
"Ooo-kay." He shot me a stern look, so I decided not to interrupt anymore.
"Possibly the beta quartz drew the Seneca Tribe to this area. No one knows since they weren't native to West Virginia. No one knows how long any of them camped here, traded, or made war." He paused for a few moments, scanning the terrain as if he could see them there, shadows of the past. "But they do have a very romantic legend."
"Romantic?" I asked as he led me around a small stream. I couldn't imagine anything romantic about something thrusting nine hundred feet in the sky.
"See, there was this beautiful Indian princess called Snowbird, who had asked seven of the tribe's strongest warriors to prove their love by doing something only she had been able to do. Many men wanted to be with her for her beauty and her rank. But she wanted an equal.
"When the day arrived for her to choose her husband, she set forth a challenge so only the bravest and most dedicated warrior would win her hand. She asked her suitors to climb the highest rock with her," he continued softly, slowing down so we were walking side by side on the narrow path now. "They all started, but as it became more difficult, three turned back. A fourth became weary and a fifth crumpled in exhaustion. Only two remained, and the beautiful Snowbird stayed in the lead. Finally, she reached the highest point and turned to see who was the bravest and strongest of all warriors. Only one remained a few feet behind her and as she watched, he began to slip." I was quickly caught up in the legend. The idea of making seven men fight and face possible death to win your hand was unimaginable to me.
"Snowbird paused only for a second, thinking that this brave warrior obviously was the strongest, but he was not her equal. She could save him or she could let him slip. He was brave, but he had yet to reach the highest point like she had."
"But he was right behind her? How could she just let him fall?" I decided that this story sucked if Snowbird let the guy fall.
"What would you do?" he asked curiously.
"Not that I would ever ask a group of men to prove their love by doing something incredibly dangerous and stupid like that, but if I ever found myself in that situation, as unlikely - "
"Kat?" he chided.
"I would reach out and save him, of course.
I couldn't let him fall to his death."
"But he didn't prove himself."
"That doesn't matter," I argued. "He was right behind her and how beautiful could you truly be if you let a man fall to his death just because he slipped? How could you even be capable of love or worthy of it, for that matter, if you let that happen?" He nodded. "Well, Snowbird thought like you."
Relieved, I smiled. If she hadn't, this would've been a pretty crappy romance story.
"Good."
"Snowbird decided that the warrior was her equal and with that, her decision had been made.
She grabbed the man before he could fall. The chief met them and was very pleased with his daughter's choice in mate. He granted their marriage and made the warrior his successor."
"So is that why the rocks are called Seneca Rocks? After the Indians and Snowbird?" He nodded. "That's what the legend says."
"It's a beautiful story, but I think the whole climbing several hundred feet in the air to prove your love is a little excessive." He chuckled. "I'd have to agree with you on that."
"I'd hope so or you'd find yourself playing with cars on an interstate to prove your love nowadays." I wanted to bite my tongue the minute the words were out of my mouth. I hope he didn't think I meant for me.
He gave me a hard look. "I don't foresee that happening."
"Can you get to where the Indians climbed from here?" I asked curiously.
He shook his head. "You could get to the canyon, but that's serious hiking. Not something I would suggest you doing by yourself." I laughed at the thought. "Yeah, I don't think you have to worry about that. I wonder why the Indians came here. Were they looking