ŁÙ’ÀN MÄN (“big whitefish lake” in Southern Tutchone), or Kluane Lake, stretches out bluely, gently lapping until it meets green hills dappled with cloud. The sun shines down through rain and cloud in gentle beams. As it sinks, raindrops turn golden. Rainbows unwrap themselves like gifts. One arcs across the whole sky, its spectrum rippling into the glistening lake. How lucky we are to be here, I think.