For more than three decades, Harry Brown’s Farm in Starks, Maine — lovingly known as Harry’s Hill — has been home for music, art, community, and celebration. What began with a vision of freedom has grown into one of Maine’s most beloved festival grounds, where people come to camp, dance, and reconnect with each other.

Our mission is rooted in cannabis culture, environmental stewardship, and the belief that people thrive when they come together. Today, the land remains a cultural sanctuary, shaped by forest trails, old stone walls, open fields, and the creative energy of everyone who visits.

Whether you’re here for a show or to find a moment of peace, Harry’s Hill welcomes all.

Come gather. Come celebrate. Come home to the Hill.

The Hill was once where the Wabanaki people lived for generations—planting corn along the riverbanks in the spring, harvesting fish on the coast in summer, gathering berries, and hunting game in the winter. The Hill was part of their natural cycle of life, a place to return to in harmony with the seasons. Today, we too come to this place, seasonally reconnecting with the natural world and each other, honoring the same rhythms that have sustained generations before us.

After years of settling and struggling with the Kennebec Proprietors, Zeolotes Lovell was finally able to secure title to the land. With his young family, they had already endured hard winters and a life of sustenance living in what was considered wilderness. Their fierce sense of independence and resilience is still alive today.

The land we now know as Harry’s Hill was once called Bijah’s Hill, named after Abijah Joy, a hardworking farmer who tended this land from the 1820s until 1888. Alongside his wife, Maribah, he raised sheep, made syrup, and helped build a thriving community. Their work with the land—cultivating fields, building stone walls, and raising crops—left a lasting mark, much of which remains today. The fields we dance on and the stone walls we see surrounding the field are a testament to his dedication and the deep, intimate connection he had with the land and its seasons.

The young men of Starks gathered on The Hill, preparing for battle during the Civil War. Travelling here first, they were leaving behind the familiar sights of home. The boys left with the faith that they could make a difference as they marched into the unknown. This place of gathering has witnessed moments of both war and peace. It has been where people come together—not just in times of conflict, but to stand up for what they believe in, fueled by a shared conviction to shape the future.

Flora and Will Duley brought new life to The Hill, cultivating an apple orchard and running a bustling packing shop. Their orchard carries on today in the very trees that still bear fruit, descendants of those they planted. There are still traces of their packing shop, a quiet reminder nestled in the land they once tended. The stone foundation of their shop remains, and behind it, where the Appleshop Spring once flowed. Today, that spring feeds the pond where people gather to swim and play.

For over a decade, when Harry’s Hill was known as Bijah’s Hill, it became a frozen playground when Paul Willis donated the land for the Presbyterian church to create a rope tow ski area. From 1961 to 1973, the slopes were filled with laughter as folks gathered to ski, sled, and enjoy the snack shack at the top. The rope tow is gone, but the old posts and gears can still be found. Harry Brown’s Farm continues to build community and connection today.

In 1979, Harry Brown brought new energy and vision with a deep commitment to activism and community. Known for his role in the Seabrook protest and efforts to protect the environment, Harry saw The Hill as a space to gather, grow, and create something special. Over the years, the land became a place of transformation, where people came to heal, celebrate, and connect.”

In 1991, Hempstock was born as a bold stand for cannabis liberation. This gathering brought thousands of people to The Hill to demand our rights and show support for the growing movement to legalize cannabis. It wasn’t just a festival—it was a revolution in action. With music, art, and shared purpose, Hempstock was a powerful reminder that when we come together, we can make change.

Welcome Home

Harry Brown’s Farm is alive with music, laughter, and the unmistakable feeling of belonging. People from all walks of life gather here to share stories, make memories, and feel free to be themselves. The spirit of the land and the community that calls it home is as strong as ever. The magic of The Hill is alive in every soul who walks its paths.