When you live 12 miles from a river of ice, too many waterfalls to name groove your mountains, and whales hunt your downtown waterways for food, your risk the loss of awe. But today, Juneau’s children remind me that our home ground is full of wonder. On a walk across glacial moraine to Nugget Falls, Aki and I pass many tiny kids who squeal and jabber as they walk down a trail lined with vivid yellows toward a waterfall powerful enough to produce it own rainbow. It took Noah’s flood to produce the first recorded rainbow. The little dog and I get one as a reward for walking to the falls on a sunny autumn day.