Snow Races

Donald Mallow and his family enjoyed their weekend stay at Vega Dam State Park near Colbran, Colorado. Donald, his sister Corina, and his eight-year-old brother Lawrence had all enjoyed racing their sleds down several of the slopes nearby that were set aside for sledding.

As the three were trying to see how much speed they could get out of their Flexible Flyers, Donald heard his mother's voice calling from the doorway of their cabin.

"Donald, Corina, Lawrence...time to go."

"Okay, Mom. Just one more run," Donald called from the top of the hill where he, his brother, and his sister were ready for another fun filled ride. The eleven year old was using wax on the bottom of his steel sled runners to reduce the friction and increase his speed. Soon he was ready.

Donald's sister, Corina, simply sat on top of her short sled and held on to the rope, steering as she descended the slope. But Donald and his brother Lawrence both took a running start while carrying their sleds, they then leaned over and landed on top of the wooden slats, ready for a good ride. As the two boys each careened down the hill, they soon passed up their sister and made their way to the bottom of the hill. Because Donald was three years older than his brother, he outweighed him by about 45 pounds and made it down the hill first.

"I win! I win again. I am the undefeated champion of the slope!" he proclaimed. "And here comes a close second everybody. It's Lawrence Mallow. Let's give a hand to Lawrence everybody." Donald began clapping. And coming in last is...coming in last is...well...she's still coming. Yes, there she is. It's Miss Corina Mallow!"

Corina sent a disgusted look in her older brother's direction. "If I weighed as much as you, I'd have been down the slope hours ago," she commented as she began pulling her sled towards their cabin.

"Oh, that was good," smiled Donald.

"Hey, I've got a great idea for a race," announced Mr. Mallow from the driveway of the cabin. "That is, if you're not afraid you'd lose, Donald."

"Now wait a minute Dad, I don't think you should sit on any of these sleds," cautioned Donald. "They do have weight limits you know."

"No, I don't mean sledding," assured Mr. Mallow. "I mean a running race."

Because Donald could out race his father since the time he was 8-years old, he felt this would be an easy race.

"Sure thing, Dad. Where do you want to race?"

"Okay, do you see that post at the bend in our driveway?"

"Yes, I see it," Donald cupped his hand from

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