The Luckiest Snowboarding Day Ever (Despite My Total Lack of Skill)

Hit the slopes at Jackson Hole, ready to shred like a pro. Reality? More like a human snowball with a lift ticket. But somehow, luck was on my side.

First lucky break? Missed a massive wipeout by accidentally falling before I hit an ice patch. (Totally intentional, of course.) Second? Dropped my glove off the lift, only to find an identical one at lost and found. Fate? I think so.

Then, just as I was about to give up after yet another graceful tumble, some random ski bro rode past, gave me a fist bump, and said, “Dude, sick recovery.” Sir, I appreciate your lies.

Anyone else had a snowboarding day where luck saved your b**t?