M y first Sunday Drive through Brooklin and Sedgwick was an unforgettable experience for me. The height of Indian summer; wispy clouds floating in a brilliant blue sky, the sun warm, but not as hot as August, and the air holding the promise of a cool night.
     The more I drove, the more I felt like I had escaped the present. I expected to hear 40s Swing on the radio, or to see some perfectly preserved Ford Roadster puttering along in the other direction. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I looked down and saw that I was driving my Dad’s ’53 Chevy …
    I saw places and views I had never seen before. I experienced that wonderful sense of time stretching on forever – with no particular place to go and nothing to do but drive.
    Whaddya say? Let’s hit the road.

From Blue Hill, head out South Street (Routes 172 & 175) and watch for the turnoff for Route 175 to Brooklin about 2-1/2 miles south of town.
Turning left, follow the road past a beautiful cove with a red boathouse on your left to the Blue Hill Falls bridge over the reversing falls.