Blackpine started as a tired old fishing lodge on a quiet highland lake. We saw what it could be — and rebuilt it the way it should have been all along.

The original lodge had been on the lake since the 1940s — good bones, a great hearth, and a lot of brown carpet. When we took it on, we stripped it back to the timber and rebuilt around two ideas: honest materials, and a fire that’s always going.
Charcoal and blackened steel replaced the knotty pine. Cognac leather and brass came in where vinyl had been. We dug out a cellar bar, put glass walls on the cabins, and pointed every room we could at the water. What we didn’t touch was the feeling — that you’ve arrived somewhere remote, warm, and entirely your own.
The name is the tree that rings the lake and the dark it turns at dusk. Blackpine.

We sit on a small, deep highland lake ringed by spruce and pine, up where Maine gets quiet and the towns get small. The water is cold and clear, the woods run for miles, and the night sky is dark enough to see the whole of it.
An hour past where the pavement gives up — but every minute of it makes the arrival better.
About 3 hours · 150 mi
North on I-95, then west into the highlands. The last stretch is gravel, dark, and worth it.
About 4.5 hours
An easy half-day. Stop in Portland for lunch, arrive in time for a fire.
Portland (PWM) or Bangor (BGR)
Bangor is the closer field — about 90 minutes out. We can arrange a transfer.
114 Spruce Point Road
Highland Lake, ME 04441. Download offline maps — cell service thins out near us.
Book a room, or send us a note and we’ll help you plan the trip.