When I was out hunting covered bridges this summer, I went in search of the Blow-Me-Down Bridge, which I found and photographed. In my travels, I saw signs for the Blow-Me-Down Mill. It was a busy day and I didn’t take time to go check it out.
Later, I remembered the mill and decided to do a search on it. Only then did I realize what a mistake I’d made. Recently, I was in the area and went searching for it. It was on the main road but not well marked. This means I drove around for 20 minutes passing it twice before I found it. I’m glad I came in the fall because I imagine if the tree on the left had all of its leaves, we’d not be able to see the stonework on the mill.
The bridge and mill take their name for being located on the Blow-Me-Down Brook. I have no idea how the brook acquired that name. “(Well,) blow me down” is an idiom someone might say when you have just told them something surprising, shocking, or unexpected. I remember Popeye said this in the old cartoons.