Article January 5, 1974 Issue

The Skier Who Won

Edith P. Swanson

"Last time down!" shouted Randy.

That meant a race! The boys pushed off, with Gregg in the lead. Then Randy skiing in close bumped him as he whizzed by. Gregg whirled into the soft snow with skiis crossed. He mopped the snow from his face with the back of his mitten and looked up grinning, expecting a hand from one of the boys. They were all skimming downhill! No one had noticed his fall. He started to get up, but a sharp pain in his ankle made him sink back.

Few people used this slope for skiing, because it was necessary to cross country about a quarter of a mile from the highway, climb a steep little ridge, and then climb the mountain. No tow! But for Gregg and his friends it was just right. Randy's uncle let them ride out with him on his way to work and picked them up at the highway on his way home. He would be coming soon.

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