crystals.

Matt stopped on the side of the slope, waiting for
Brad and I. We stopped beside him and looked out at the
panorama that was seen only by skiers and hikers. Rabbit
and deer tracks marked the snow and we searched the
hillside to find their owners, but the animals were well
hidden from view. We got set to continue the downhill
ride.

“Race you to the bottom, I’ll win, like I always do!”
Matt challenged.

Brad adjusted his gloves as he planned the terms for
the downhill race. “Look Matt, you give mom and I a