This is hilarious to me! I was out skiing at Mt Hood (Timberline) last winter, and at apres, I was raving about the conditions. Such a nice heavy thick soft blanket of snow, so much fun to surf along it on the fatties I rented from the demo desk (Line Sir Francis Bacon skis), it was wonderful. Everyone else was bitching about it - called it Cascade Concrete, and they hated it. They thought I was insane, so I told them I was a New England skier, and this Cascade powder (because that's what powder looks like, in the Northeast) was really sweet, if that stuff came down at home, you wouldn't have been able to find a spot in the parking lots if you arrived after 9:30am, and people would be talking about it for weeks. Pretty sure everyone in the bar made a private oath on the spot to never, ever, go skiing in New England after hearing this.
Probably helps a lot that the skis I was riding were designed by a guy whose home mountain is Hood, and who created the ski specifically for Cascade Concrete. But OMG. Not a smidgen of ice or hardpack to be seen. SWEET! Fat, damp, twintips that was the trick. And no carving, just surfing right along.
If I'd been on a skinnier ski, even my beloved Volkl all-mountains, I would have been miserable and worried about my knee ligaments for sure.