Maine

Summer on Sebago Lake

The summer scene at Maine’s Sebago Lake remains unchanged: youth, docks, and the inviting ripples beneath.

Summer on Sebago Lake

Coffee By Design | Portland, Maine

Photo Credit : Katherine Keenan
Summer on Sebago Lake
Sailboats ride the wind as the afternoon sun stirs the waters of Sebago Lake, Maine’s deepest lake at 316 feet, and at 12 miles long, one of its largest.
Photo Credit : Richard Schultz
Head a half-hour or so northwest of Portland, Maine, a city defined by the sea, and you’ll come to Sebago Lake. Around its 45 square miles you won’t find wilderness, unless a storm rolls in, dark as night, and that’s wild enough when it catches you. But like thousands of lakes in New England, Sebago holds memory and tradition, and a deep sense of belonging. Along its shores are small resorts carved from the woods, summer cottages (“camps”) that have stood for generations, and overnight camps for children who make friends they never lose. We asked photographer Richard Schultz to watch days unfold on a summer lake until the quiet of darkness. For more than a week, he explored Sebago Lake on foot, in the water, by boat, and from his car, and found the stones that seem to skip forever through time and place. Nowhere else in the country is the summer-camp experience for children so ingrained as along the lakeshores of New England. When Richard Schultz discovered Little Wohelo, a girls’ camp (ages 6–12) founded in 1907 on Sebago Lake, he was struck by the almost dreamlike quality of the classic and idyllic summer childhood still possible there. “The camp was amazing,” he says. “They were grounded and enjoying themselves. It was great to see these girls in such an outdoor, natural setting. They felt as if this was their home. I met people who’d gone to camp there 20 to 30 years ago. They still felt that they were Wohelo girls. There was a sense of everything in the world being forgotten, just kids being kids. The world fades away. No boys around; no electronic games; no television. Just friends, the outdoors, time on the water. A priceless, carefree time in their lives that they’ll treasure deeply as they get older.” Summer on the lake isn’t just for children. Time slows as well for guests at Migis Lodge, where a rustic elegance graces the lake—where after-dinner walks along lantern-lit paths may be accompanied by the cry of a loon, the rustle of wind, the pervasive scent of pine, and laughter spilling out from a nearby cottage. Lakeside festivities include a twilight cocktail; cardplaying while waiting out an impending storm at Migis Lodge; a pre-dinner gathering on the lodge’s porch; a boat ride to Frye Island; and a traditional Migis lobster bake.
Summer on Sebago Lake
Canoe on Sebago Lake
Photo Credit : Richard Schultz
Summer on Sebago Lake
Sebago Lake Island
Photo Credit : Richard Schultz
Summer on Sebago Lake
Girls Walking to Sebago Lake
Photo Credit : Richard Schultz
Summer on Sebago Lake
People Eating at Sebago Lake
Photo Credit : Richard Schultz
Summer on Sebago Lake
Fishing on Sebago Lake
Photo Credit : Richard Schultz
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  1. My childhood summers were spent on Sebago Lake. Those summers were the happiest days of my life and I will treasure those memories until the end of my days. Memories such as sitting on the pine needles under the trees, playing with my dolls, breathing in the heady pine smell; or going blueberry, raspberry and/or black raspberry picking. Driving to the docks in Portland to buy fresh lobster so we could listen to them ‘scream’ in the pot. Little tadpoles captured from the lake, briefly kept in jars. Fresh water clams in the bathroom until the odor of them rotting forced my mom to throw them out. Family visits, boating on the lake, barbecues, fireplace at night. Outings to Wassons Grove for red dogs and slider swings. Buying pine pillows from the House that Jack Built. Visiting my favorite person, my great-aunt Alice in Westbrook; locking Aunt Alice out of the house when she came to babysit and telling her I had been hiding in the refrigerator. I am so very blessed to have had all those wonderful summers.