Not a lot to write about really, but went up to Hutt today. They'd had 24cm snow fall yesterday and it only opened in the avo, so was expecting a bit of powder to ride. And there was. Looking up at the mountain it was odd how loads of it hadn't been ridden. So up I go and straight off piste. Ugh. Sticky, heavy snow with a crust. Fook that then. On piste was ok, but there's only so many times I can ride the same couple of routes, taking in the same hits, again and again. Bored. Dunno whether it was me or just a lot of idiots about, but over the course of the day I must've had 6 or 7 crashes or near crashes with other people. The last one I was gutted cos I'd just found a new section to ride thru that was pretty cool. So I'd just finished that, dropped back down on the piste, having spied this beginner coming down. Well, despite my best efforts to stay out of his way, he changed direction at the last minute, sticking his board full-on into my shin. 
Well he apologised and I think I got him suitably worried when I could barely walk back at the bottom. Yep, nice cut to my pants, cut to my leg and (by the time I got home), an apple-sized lump on my leg. Still, somehow managed to get up and take in one more run. Was proper painful back at home and had to get the peas out and elevate it. Bastardo. Got an awesome bruise now.
Still, I'm really getting sick of:
- riding the same shit at the same mountain
- not having any decent powder
- rocks
- driving