LAKE MONOMONAC

LAKE MONOMONAC

THE SUMMER OF '87

A real living breathing New England lake in the summer of 1987. Race the locals, tow the skiers, work the water, earn the fleet, and win the Monomonac Cup.

No download · desktop & phone

Three ways to play

The same lake, the same boats, three different reasons to be out there.

Story

The Summer of '87

It's June 15. Uncle Ray left you the cottage, the dock, and an old Sunray 240. Take jobs, buy hulls, and race every Saturday until the Monomonac Cup on September 5 — with four rivals who live here and remember how you drive.

Sandbox

Just the lake

The whole living lake with no season and no debt attached. Pick a hull, pick a starting stake, and go — the neighbors still keep their schedules, the radio still plays, and nothing is counting down.

Arcade

Straight to the good part

Eight events on a launcher, no career attached: races, the regatta, freestyle, waterski, wakeboard, tubing, the fishing derby, and BMX. Top-ten boards on every one, and they survive starting a new career.

A day on the lake

Sailing a beach catamaran across flat open water on a clear summer morning
MONDAY, 9:00 AM — MORNING SAIL
Towing a water-skier past a pink and teal ramp on the ski course at 54 miles an hour
THE SLALOM COURSE
Running third of five in a Saturday race, a rival boat crossing ahead through the turn markers
SATURDAY — THE REGATTA CLUB
Four riders on the start line at Scooter's BMX Track, the dirt loop and jumps ahead
SCOOTER'S BMX TRACK
Running the boat home across water gone copper under an orange sunset
GOLDEN HOUR

A summer's worth of things to do

Days roll by in about twelve real minutes. What you do with them is up to you.

Saturday racing
Twelve Saturdays against Tommy V., Dee Marchetti, Rico Suave, and the Commodore, building to the Monomonac Cup.
Ski, wakeboard, tube
Tow Cindy through the slalom, drive slow and boring on purpose for Trish's big air, and whip Scooter until he lets go.
Sailing and the regatta
Two wind-driven hulls with real tacking and heel, lay-line guidance, and a club regatta that rewards reading a puff.
Race a friend
Send a link, line up boat-to-boat, and settle it on the same water — a real one-on-one race against a friend across town. No accounts, no chat, just you two. New, in beta.
Working the lake
Deliveries, passenger shuttles, fishing charters, loon surveys, and water quality testing off seven job boards.
Camp counselor
Get hired by Peggy at Camp Monomonac and run kids through eleven activities. Keep them happy or get sent home.
BMX
Scooter's dirt track: three laps, real jumps, medals, and a ghost of your best run to chase.
Ashore
Leave the boat and walk, drive, or ride. Every house is real, open, and lived in by neighbors who keep their own hours.
Neighbor favors
Lost cats, loose dogs, firewood to stack, a package run, and a grocery list with ice cream that's melting.
Your cottage
Furnish the big room, put keepsakes on the shelf, and watch the real lake move through the windows.
Nights
Campfires, fireworks off the beach, a six-station radio dial, and loons out past dark.

The lake is real

Lake Monomonac sits on the Massachusetts–New Hampshire line, between Winchendon and Rindge. It's a hidden gem. I've been spending summers there for over a decade.

The shoreline in this game is that shoreline. All six islands are where they actually are, the roads have their real names, and the houses stand where they really stand — 789 of them, built from OpenStreetMap geometry rather than drawn by hand. People who know the water recognize it the moment the boat moves.

Everything on top of that is invented. The summer of 1987 never happened here, the neighbors aren't anyone, and no real person is in the game. It's what the lake feels like, rendered as the arcade game a kid in 1987 would have wanted: flat colors, a loud radio, and a boat that planes.

More about the lake and how it was built →

Built out of love · Winchendon, Mass.

Lake Monomonac is a fictional video game inspired by life on the real Lake Monomonac (Winchendon, Mass. / Rindge, N.H.). The shoreline is real; the neighbors, businesses, and events are invented.