A boutique lodge and fireside tavern on a still highland lake — blackened steel, warm leather, and woodsmoke, an hour past where the pavement gives up.
We took an old north-woods lodge on the water and rebuilt it the way it should have been all along.
Charcoal walls and blackened steel. Leather you’ll want to sink into. Brass that catches the firelight, and a hearth that’s always going. Rooms that feel like a held breath, and a tavern where the whole valley turns up for the taps. Honest materials, a long view of the lake, and nowhere in particular to be.
From a design-forward bunk room to a converted hayloft suite with a fire of its own — every room is dark, warm, and built for a long sleep.
Eighteen Maine drafts, a short cocktail list built on dark spirits and woodsmoke, and a hearth in the middle of the room. Live music on the weekends, locals all week. The kind of bar a town drives an hour for.
Hearth-driven New England cooking — wood-grilled, slow-smoked, and built around what the Maine highlands give up that week. Breakfast by the lake, supper by the fire, and a wine list that knows its way around a char.
Weddings in the Great Room, retreats that actually unplug, and the kind of private dinners people remember. Take the whole lodge, the lake, and the woods — and make a weekend of it.
Blackpine sits on a quiet highland lake ringed by spruce and pine, deep in Maine’s high country — trails out the back door, canoes at the dock, and a sky dark enough to see all of it.
A private dock, canoes and a sauna at the shore, and rooms that look straight down the lake at dusk.
Miles of trail out the back door through dark spruce and granite — on foot in summer, on skis when the snow comes.
Three hours from Portland and a world away from it. Dark skies, no traffic, and the kind of quiet you can hear.
Pick your dates and your room — we’ll keep the tavern warm and the lake quiet.
