We got on to a flat bit after awhile, and had another turn on the snow.
It was rather a game rolling things down the slope.

They went at an awful pace.

The nuisance is the snow has a way of slipping from under you, and that's how Jim and I came to grief.

We were sitting on the edge of the slope watching a boulder slide, when we began to slide ourselves.

We hadn't our spikes on, or we might have pulled up.