The scenic route to and from Blue Hill, Maine, is on a winding road that has been given an uninteresting name that’s mostly the number 175; Route 175, that is. But don’t let that fool you.
The road bridges over a reversing falls where tidal white water rushes in and out of Salt Pond. It traverses a causeway that sometimes is about a foot above that Pond. And, it twists and turns around the rockbound shores of Conary Cove, which hosts the old red boat house that you see here.
It’s a road for all seasons with ever-changing performances of spring, summer, fall and winter; in sun, overcast, rain, snow and fog; at high, low, ebb and other attitudes of the waters of Blue Hill Bay, where there often are interesting boats and birds (and, rarely, a lost seal or two). At one time, the owner of the boat house even took off and landed in Conary Cove as travelers on the road watched.
It’s a good place for motorists to forget the costs of the gas they’re using and their other passing problems. (Images taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on May 7, 2026.)