Slow double, little base lodge, ancient snow cat and a sunny day--this is where the soul of New England skiing resides. Suicide 6 is among the elite Eastern resorts that remind us why we still tune our skis after four straight DNFs.
The cafeteria also had their act together. Dozens of breaky sands awaited the horde of hungry boys who had arrived to try and claim America's oldest FIS trophy.
Double Cheese! Gotta love that. Suicide 6 is once again at the forefront of skiing innovation, stacking those slices of Kraft American whist other resorts leave patrons dairy deficient. Keep it up, you're making hometown hero Andrew McNealus very proud; future generations of racers shan't be disappointed.