Rotorua crashing

There were five Canberra riders there for Easter and four of us hit the deck. I started things off in front of the hotel by riding into a large hole in plain sight on the walking path. This wide, flat grass path had a large hollow in it. I wasn't even looking where I went because it was a dead smooth walking path. Wheel went into hole while I had one hand on the bars, body went forwards, bike reared up on front wheel, rider came crashing down knee first into ground while also rubbing along stone retaining wall taking some skin off of my back. The bike ended up jammed between the bamboo on the right firmly pushing on the tyres and the retaining wall on the left firmly pushing against the now torn seat. D'oh!
Brent got two crashes out of the visit. The first one was entirely his fault. We were riding Corners with a bit of gusto and he was showing off how he could crank the bike over a long way and slide the tyres. But his Hans Dampf front tyre has big cornering knobs (just like mine, see equipment entry) and it hooked up and high-sided him into the berm. Ouch. Knee and shoulder took the blow - of course it was the bad knee (it is always the same side for most people for some reason). He may have cracked a rib too.
The second one was when goofing around doing multiple goes at the gap jump on Old Chevy when his foot unclipped on take-off. He nicely saved the landing but 'nadded himself on the back of the sat and buzzed his leg on the tyre while pile-driving his leg (the already sore one of course) into the ground. He walked that one off and had another go at the jump.
Brent's friend Dan was chasing Brent (who was chasing a 19 year old downhiller on a DH bike) down Little Red Riding Huck when he launched off one of the kickers with too much kick. He sailed past the landing ramp (it was a double) and smacked into the next up ramp. This is like pulling the ejection lever and eject he did: Flat onto his back in the middle of the trail. I don't know how much it matters in these things, but Dan is no small man and he hit the ground hard enough to register on the Geology Department of NZ's seismometers across the country. Yes his crash was measured on the Richter Scale! The bike (of course another SB66 - this was the Yeti get together) kept going and landed gently in the treefall several metres below the trail. Dan was OK but he took a long time to get up and he didn't ride much more that day.
As a side note, this is when those Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle back guards are an excellent piece of equipment. I might hate wearing all the protective gear at Whistler, but these sorts of falls happen all too often when you are going for it and it seems to pay off even if you only use it rarely.
Finally, Kathryn had an innocuous off on Old Chevy and landed in a pile of ferns. Ferns are soft. Therefore her landing was soft.
Old Chevy has a nice undercut drop in it. Unlike the one on Billy T, you have to loft over the hole in it or risk a crash. K was put off slightly by too much advice from too many people. If she'd just done it I think it would have been fine. She got a bit back, lost control of the front wheel, and speared off the trail as the g-out put massive load on the tyres.
On our flight home there was one guy in a full arm cast. He had a mountain bike with him. He also carried a POC enduro helmet that looked worse for wear. I think the forest bit him harder than any of us.
On the trails we spoke to people who said back in January the forest was very dry and very fast. Fast enough that people were smacking into things with alarming regularity, keeping the ambulance service busy. Wet is therefore better: Slower, grippier, softer and safer.