Been a while since I wrote now, but I think I can piece a couple of days together from the photos.
something was weird with my board that day - there's me unable to find anything wrong. 
it was blue, there was plenty pow. we like that.
Hmm, I can't really remember much actually. Myself and Farran just rode as much as possible, until the legs gave up. So much terrain to play with, especially out towards South Face and the ridge just before it - seems people overlook that so untracked still there at the end of the day.
A great day, ending in a big feed at The Blue Pub, plenty beers and over the road to the Brown Pub. Far too much going on in one room over there, back to the hostel for a (very interrupted) night's sleep.
p.s. old-skool split boards. No, don't buy one of those off eBay. Poor Dave and his no-riding trauma.