That’s right. Wizard. I preside in the potions of white fluff. My meanderings are of spectacle. If the sun hits my wizard beard just right, for you shall see into my horizons of the widest, most far off, the future. The mountains speak to me, actually to everyone; my wizard status affords me the ability be chums with the deity of mother earth. When you see me, offer me a token. For I will share with those that share with me. Offer me a chunk of dark chocolate; I will allow you to stare into my beard. Staring into my beard brings good luck. Offer me a good conversation on the chairlift, we both leave enlightened and your time will come. Stare long at my beard, and you might see the wizard beard glistening, telling your fortune. Joke that you are going to shave my beard when I’m sleeping, hear a chuckle from me, but know I got my wizard eyes on you pal.
On powder days, when my beard, long hair, and mustache become one, my wizard magic is most potent. If I have one icicle hanging from my beard, that means we will receive 6” new snow that night. If I have two icicles, 1 foot of new snow is the forecast. 3 icicles and above are very rare, bringing in 2 feet of snow. You need to never touch the wizard beard, if you were to break off a wizard icicle, that brings rain.
Most times, you might just catch a glimpse of the wizard shredding in the Cottonwood canyons. You want to catch me to gain wizard insight, however, it’s a little harder to catch a wizard than you think. The wizard is good. And fast. Oh you just saw the wizard drop into those trees you think you know so well.? Wizard gone. Where did he go?
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