When I woke up on Saturday morning (okay…afternoon) and saw the first snowfall of the winter coming down I had very mixed feelings. Having spent Thanksgiving and the week preceding it in Southern California I was less than thrilled that the cold weather had moved in and although we had entered into December my body was not yet prepared for our first freezing temperatures. I was, however, very excited that we didn’t have to endure the bitter-cold air without some snowfall, as fresh snow is one of the only fun things about the winter. Between skiing, sledding, snowball fights, and pickup football there are enough snow-related activities to take your mind off the fact that your hands might be numb or you’re worried about not getting the feeling back in your toes for days. Unfortunately this first snowfall came and went and by Saturday night there was no sign of the day’s earlier flurries. The brief snowfall, though, did make me nostalgic for the times when my friends and I would gather at Suicide Hill on snow days; when cold weather made no difference as our adrenaline kept our hearts racing as we sped down the greatest sledding hill in Baltimore.
Suicide Hill is a long-standing tradition during Baltimore winters; a long, steep hill on the old golf course at Baltimore Country Club in Roland Park, the hill starts up by the clubhouse and runs down toward Falls Road. On the first snow day of the year, young Baltimore bros would all convene at Suicide Hill for a day of sledding like no other. Everyone who grew up in the area has stories about something they or their friends did at Suicide Hill, whether it was the jump they set up mid-way down or the race that ended with a vicious crash at the bottom. Walking out of my house again this morning and seeing my breath in the air was unpleasant, to say the least, but at least with winter upon us we have the chance of more snowfall and the chance for the next generation of young Baltimoreans to make memories at Suicide Hill.