"Am I awake? Eh? What's going on? 5:45am?" thought a very confused and barely awake Sloth. "Holy crap, powder day!!" as he jumped out of bed and straight onto the snow reports. "Come on, come on...is it open?" Finally we got the green light at 6:30 and after a few more "right then"s, got out the door. Did have a full car thanks to SnowPool, but one dropped out at last minute.
First Lift
Damn it was still so early - I'd never made it up the mountain before 10, let alone for first lift. Being a Saturday, bluebird conditions, no wind, plenty dry powder to ride, pretty much everyone had the same idea it seems. Massive queue for the chairs already. Quite gutting to watch it get tracked out so quickly while riding that first lift, but still we got a couple of runs of freshies straight down the middle. Back up and right the way round to the avalanche barriers run. Seriously everyone (including me) needed to calm down a bit - it was as if it was the last powder day ever. Scrambling, pushing past each other, saw far too many bloodwagons over the course of the day. 
Oh yeh, back to that run, just awesome - face shots all the way down then landed face first while scoping my line off a drop. Ahem. Hit this run another few times - great couple of chutes in there.
Zinger Tower
Patrol were still setting off avalanches under Towers but everyone was keeping an eye on them as the whole of that side of the mountain was untracked. It really was everyone as well - the moment it opened the right side of the mountain emptied! I've never seen such a large area get tracked out so quick, neither have I seen queues like this for the triple chair:
With it being Spring temperatures and everything appearing to be tracked out, more and more people left the slopes and hit the bar. Well myself and Drew managed to find freshies right up until (nearly) last lift - it's all about knowing where to look 
. This guy was riding like a cross between Jarmarl and the Good Stuff. Accidental front loops? Overspinning 360s? Face first all the time. Pushed each other to drop ever bigger rocks, all good thanks to the soft (freshly painted) landing.
The old Sloth's legs made it as far as the last run after the last run after the last run, but not quite last lift. If you see him, thank Alain for his legs for me. So much good riding that day, all I had time to take photos of was the lift queues (which were 15 mins at most all day). Shame because there were a couple of massive rooster tails I kicked up, but you know how it is. That could well be the last of the winter snow for this season, but you never know... Off to Ohau this weekend.