Here’s rockbound Conary Cove on the first day of June. The beautiful inlet always is changing, always interesting, always a source of wonder about how people experienced it over the many years that it has been a historic attraction.
In the 1600s, what did the Penobscot people see and think when they paddled into the Cove where there were no roads or houses, the woods were thick, and the same granite ledges appeared and disappeared twice a day in 10+-foot tides?
In the 1700s, what did Joseph Woods think of the Cove when he sailed into it and decided to build his house there, the first in the area and the beginning of the Town of Blue Hill?
In the 1800s, what did the workers think of the Cove as they rode and walked to work in the Tide Mill Sawmills that used the tides there to power the saws that would process the area’s timber into ships’ masts, cordwood, and shingles?
In the 1900s, what did Leslie Leveque, a prosperous Ohio businessman, think of his view as he came in low in his sea plane, landed in the Cove, and taxied up the ramp to park the plane next to his boathouse there?
In the 21st Century, what do tourists from the coast-less and tide-less mid-west think of the Cove as they drive along the curves of Route 175 and see that now-red boathouse being reflected on the rising and lowering waters?
(Image taken in Blue Hill Maine, on June 1, 2026.) Click on the image to enlarge it.