After a long week of work, a few buddies and I decided it would be a good idea to head up to Sebago Lake in Maine. We left on Friday after work at about 5:30 p.m and arrived at 9:00 p.m with one friend arriving at 1:30 a.m. Now before I get started telling this story, the place we stayed in Maine was on a remote island in the lake without any electricity. The whole island was a group of family members and the younger generation was all about the same age as I was. There were 5 houses on the island and each had it’s own distinct qualities. Needless to say, there is no Wi-Fi out there. Well that Saturday was packed with eventful activities, we started at about 10 in the morning going up the Songo River through the locks and into Brandy Pond where we ate lunch and had a couple beers. On our way back down the river and entering into Sebago Lake, we stopped by Frye’s Leap which is a rock off of Frye’s Island (another island, this one has streets however). The jump is about 50-60 ft high and one of my friends who was scared of heights kept the boat in neutral for us. We hiked up to the top which takes a couple of minutes and before you know it you are being forced to jump. The fall was definitely freeing as everybody was getting tired, it was a much need pick-me-up. The boat crew got back to the cottages on the island at around 4 in the afternoon and we had a big dinner of steak and chicken, and obviously more beer. Almost immediately after dinner somebody from the crowd said who wants to go tubing, now this I have actually never done before although I have done wake-boarding and water-skiing. A little nervous and hesitant but who could say no, I was of the first three to hop on the tubes and the boat just started going. It did not seem that hard at all until I went out of the wake and the two other guys started kicking my tube, as you can see from the photo above, I was the first to fall. It did not hurt as much as I though but it was a blast, I went 4 more times that night. That night ended with each of us going to a bar and having fun together with Kareoke, and let me tell you, none of us can sing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.” The weekend concluded with a long drive back and the whole ride was full of stories. Looking forward to next weekend where I am staying with my sister in her apartment in Waltham.