Chris and I went out for some night boarding earlier today. Since the only two places to ride at night around here we had to settle for crappy Horseshoe Resort, which didn't disapoint in living up to its crappy reputation.

The snow was crap, utter crap. It was a light layer of crappy powder sprinkled on top of really hard packed base. With plenty of ice patches found throughout.

Trying to carve on a hard layer of snow is pretty much the least fun thing to do. Our boards kept slipping on every sharp turn, and I lost my footing more than once because I hit some ice.
Only had one wipeout, which surprised me with those conditions. Hurt like hell though, fell on my upperchest and crushed my wrist between said chest and the ice. It's still sore, but at least it's not broken (broken wrist is the leading, snowboarding injury).

Apart from that wipeout though, I was doing really well out there today. Thanks to that week in Whistler, of constant boarding. I had much better board control, was recovering from rough spots like a pro, and was handling those annoying stretches of flatland much better than before, when I'd loose momentum and would have to paddle back to the damn lift.

In conclusion, the snow sucked. And I don't think we did one run without saying the snow sucks and this run in no way compares to anything in Whistler.
For you see, we have flown too high and our wings have melted, or umm Whistler spoiled us, take your pick of that last sentence.