Pay a visit to Gunstock Mountain Resort and it’s easy to understand what pulled Tom Day out of his retirement.
It was just about a year ago when me and my two sons made our first-ever trip to Gunstock, a place I had always been encouraged to check out, but one I just never managed to get to for one reason or another. It was a favorite destination for my parents and their friends during their teen years in the ’60s, and I always could recognize their fondness for the place in the stories they would relay about their many day trips from southeastern Massachusetts to Gilford, N.H.
So, while we found a much different Gunstock from the one they enjoyed more than 50 years ago, the satisfaction we discovered at the resort was probably on a similar level.
It just happened to be one of those days, the kind that starts with a bluebird sky and continues on to deliver a special day on the mountain, the sort of unexplainable encounter that can happen with skiers and riders on any particular day. Needless to say, Gunstock became an instant favorite with features that suited all of us — a top-rated park for the daredevil, smooth glades for my oldest, who loves to glide through the trees, and a layer-shedding sunshine that hinted of the joys of spring skiing.