1) The kind where I don't give a shit how I fall off a jump because it feels so soft
This. Though these days are painfully rare in the Northeast. I die a little watching videos of people hucking themselves into feet of nice soft powder elsewhere. It almost never softens up in the park until the spring where I ride and I've learned the hard way that slushy jumps can be more of a curse than a blessing.
20ftplus jumps + large slushy knuckles + not enough speed = serious back pain.
And powder of course. I have only spent one week riding real powder in Utah but it was enough to convince me to head west when I finish up college next year.