Hanging Rock in Lagro, Indiana

Hanging Rock, Lagro Indiana

I mentioned on Monday that Leona and I had headed to nearby Wabash last week. On the way, we stopped at Hanging Rock.

What, you ask, is Hanging Rock? I had not heard of it either, until Leona sent me a photo and this tale about it through Facebook:

On the Wabash River east of Lagro is a huge out-cropping of limestone, one hundred feet in height overhanging the river. The top is somewhat rounded by erosion. A portion of the rock has one side rudely torn away by the river that flows at its foot. This is Hanging Rock, rich in the tradition, history, and lore of Wabash County. It was here that Wy-nu-sa, a Miami Indian maiden, died. She thought she was in love with two handsome, strong braves. Both were deeply in love with her. She was unable to decide which one to marry. The two young suitors fought a duel at the top of Hanging Rock to see which one would win her affections. On a moonlit night in October the two men met in combat at the top of Hanging Rock to fight for her love. The battle raged on and on until finally one brave fell to his death. The victor came over to Wy-nu-sa to claim his bride. When she saw who won she screamed, “I do not love you. You have killed my own true love. I cannot live without him!” At this point, she ran to the edge of the rock and jumped off onto the rocks below. As she lay dying, she reached for her true love and touched his hand as she died. Hanging Rock is one of the few lovers leaps to be found west of the Appalachian Mountains. Thanks to Jared Cordes for this picture. Compare the people in the picture to the size of the rock.

Wabash River by Hanging Rock

Leona had been to Hanging Rock several times over the years (maybe she’ll chime in with more anecdotes in the comments), so she knew how to get there. We pulled into a small parking area along the Wabash River, and enjoyed this informative new sign.

hanging rock Lagro

I looked over to see the rock. Hmmmm, it was pretty hard to see with all the foliage. Leona took a reading break in the van while I headed up to experience Hanging Rock first-hand.

hanging rock Lagro

First, another nice sign explaining more about the site.

Heading Up to Hanging Rock

hanging rock Lagro

Once I started up the quite-rustic path, Hanging Rock started to come into view much better. It was a really steep, but thankfully short, hike up to the top.

view from top of Hanging Rock

Once up there, there was a great view of the Wabash River. Can you just imagine the two Indian braves dueling?


view from top of Hanging Rock

I enjoyed the view for a bit, but only for a bit — both because I didn’t want to keep Leona waiting, and because I heard some … errr, “hooligans” in the area (if you look closely, you’ll see a glimpse of one at the bottom of the photo). I didn’t really want to attract their attention.

 Hanging Rock

As is often the case in situations like this, getting down is every bit as precarious as getting up! I should also note that I really felt this trek in my legs the next few days 🙂

Then it was on to lunch. But I thoroughly enjoyed our stop at Hanging Rock. If your travels take you to northeast Indiana, try stopping by sometime.


6 thoughts on “Hanging Rock in Lagro, Indiana

  1. Thanks for your pretty pictures and interesting story! We’ve lived in the area for a long time and not heard about Hanging Rock before.

  2. I really like the blog today. The history is so interesting and the pictures completed it. I hadn’t heard of Hanging Rock either but most of my Hoosier time was spent in the southern part.

  3. This is interesting. It makes me think of Jug Rock at the edge of Bedford.

  4. My Father took the family to Hanging Rock when I was about 8 years old for my very first visit! Often after church in the summer, we would head out to visit interesting places in the area. He would turn Right at one corner and Left at the next until we ended up somewhere exciting. Mom would pack a picnic lunch of fried chicken and other goodies to make the day even better. There were very few restaurants and no fast food places in the 1940s. Even if there had been such places along the way, I doubt if we could have afforded to “eat out”. On other family trips we would sometimes stop at truck stops to eat. My Dad reasoned that the more cars and trucks you see must mean that the food is good.
    For those post-Depression era times, my Dad loved to travel and had been to California to visit several relatives and to Chicago to the World’s Fair. I attribute my wanderlust for travel to his fine example!
    Teenagers loved to go to Hanging Rock when I was that age. It was not uncommon for a Saturday or Sunday afternoon date for the couple to end up there. Most years I still get down Hanging Rock way (about 20 miles from my home) for a once a year visit, but I gave up climbing it myself about 25 years ago. I’m so glad that Susan climbed it and enjoyed the spectacular view from the top and the meanderings of the Wabash River to be seen. Makes me think of singing the Back Home Again in Indiana song or another one about the Banks of the Wabash. Leona

  5. Interesting! I had never heard of it, but of course I live a long way from Indiana. I know the Indian story is just a legend, but I have never been a fan of a duel or fight to solve love issues.

  6. What a cool blog! There is no way I would climb to the top of that. If I did, I’d probably have to declare it my earthly home because coming down looks horrible! When I read this it reminds me of Jug Rock in Shoals Indiana. I wonder if the two are somewhat similar. Then my thoughts moved on. My Grandpa Kamman’s mother’s people, the Meyers, came from Germany around 1841 and for a time settled in Hanging Rock, Ironton, or Pine Grove Furnace, Ohio. The adult men worked at the iron ore furnaces. While living in that area, the adults laid plans to move on to Indiana. It was during their life in Ohio that they formed plans to begin a Lutheran Church when they settled in Indiana and they did. It was in the Holland area, although I’d imagine when they got to Indiana, there was NO Holland. If Susan can, maybe she might do another blog about Hanging Rock Ohio. I today researched what that area looks like. I would have posted a picture if I knew how to do that. Fast forward to last Sunday at my Seymour Church. We have three new ministers. One was in India Sunday so another of the three pastors, Mike Lyon, preached. Because of that, Mike’s step father came to church. I talked with him after church and lo and behold, he is from Ironton Ohio and knew all about the iron ore furnaces that still are visible and many other interesting things. I will attempt to connect with Larry Rice on Facebook. I think my one sister will be fascinated with this news. I waited to tell her when I knew a little more. Isn’t life interesting if you poke around under some loose rocks?

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