The High Country IlluminatorBy the time I'd sold my second novel, I had it down to a science: grab the check and put it work. The advance from Incident at Muc Wa went to the down payment on a cottage on the shore of Great Bay, New Hampshire. (Well, not the Bay itself, but the estuarine rivers that connect it to the Atlantic.) That done, I promptly rented it out, put my skis in the Volkswagen Beetle, and drove West, sleeping betimes in the car. In November I drove up Colorado Route 82 to the mountain town of Aspen. It was ritzy even then, though much more hospitable than now to the impecunious ski-bums who flock there every winter. I rented a room in the Garret at 222 West Hopkins for $70 a month, which happened to be the same rental I was getting for my house at home--I just handed the check to the innkeepers every month.
It was a great winter, and I did learn to ski, after a fashion. At the time, I thought I'd mastered the skill, though it turned out that what really happened was that I got strong enough to ski almost anything, and I had to start all over again the following winter in New Hampshire. By that time I was married and had a little girl coming along. Sally and I each worked half a day--at the same job, actually--and I spent my free time writing The High Country Illuminator in an effort to catch the manic life of Aspen toward the end of the 1960s, a time of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, marijuana, and disgust at a government that would send its young men to fight other young men in Vietnam. It was, I think, the closest this country came to revolution, apart from the unpleasant years from 1775 to 1783 and 1861 to 1865. The death toll was much smaller, of course, but it was not inconsiderable.
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One winter (the season before last--you may have heard about it) a stranger came in an old Volks-bus to the ski-resort complex known as Avalonl. His professional title was the High Country Illuminator, and his specialty was psycedelic light shows. But to most people he was simply known as George Togalok (no middle initial), a young Indian from the Salt River Canyon country.
Aside from creating fantastic, illuminated happenings, he was a pretty good skier, though no better than most of the young winter nomads who pack their earthly possessions in their knapsacks, shoulder skis, and head for the snow--for bed-and-board jobs washing dishes, making beds, and collecting garbage. And for unlimited free skiing.
Ridiculously exploited by the Corporations that run the resorts, these light-hearted kids could care less, as long as the skiing holds out. That was the case at Avalon, until the High Country Illuminator made the scene and was (or wasn't) responsible for the Winter of the Great Ski-Bum Rebellion.
Daniel Ford author of Incident at Muc Wa and Now Comes Theodora, has written a sun-dazzled, spindrift novel of the Now Generation, sparkling with hip humor, light allegory, and a touch of magic, as well as some of the best skiing sequences ever described.
Publishing historyThe High Country Illuminator was published in hardcover by Doubleday & Co. in 1971, republished by the Authors Guild in a quality paperback in 2000, and most recently by Warbird Books in . Digital edition now available at Google Books.
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