Excerpted from Saving
Maine: A Personal Gazetteer
Maine infected me at the age of 12, in Brunswick, on a family trip from Minnesota. The bug was more or less dormant until I moved to Boston in the late 70s, spread a little in flirtations with the mountains and lakes of New Hampshire and Vermont, and now, with the bemused tolerance of my wife Cynthia Dockrell, has set in without cure.
About Me
- Jim Krosschell
- Retired publishing executive ecstatic with the idea of spending most of his time on the coast of Maine
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
A Maine Gazetteer: Sebago Lake
Next door to Long
Lake , Sebago
Lake is the poster boy for southern Maine ’s paradox of
use. It is Maine ’s second largest lake, and its
deepest. Its water is still so pure that
it supplies Portland
without the need for filtration. Its shores are thick with cottages and
mansions and a total of 2,500 septic systems. Its 300-foot depths shelter the
original land-locked salmon (which now need stocking) and lake trout (which do
not). Jet skis are neither banned nor
regulated, as they are on many Maine
lakes. The towns on its shores are bedroom communities for Portland just 15
miles away, none stranger than the seasonal town of Frye Island that in summer
might as well be a Portland suburb, with golf course and “leisure activities”
and the obligatory lakeside restaurant serving burgers, whose ferry completely
shuts down in winter, as does the whole island, whose official population is
zero.
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