Aki plants all four paws in the Basin Road pavement, drops her head, and gives me her “I am not going another step in that direction” look. A dog that she likes trots ahead toward the Gold Creek valley but my little guy refuses to follow. She must smell recent sign left by a black bear. Seeing her point, I lead her back down the road with a plan to walk through Downtown Juneau.
It’s early morning, too early for today’s tourists to have moved beyond the trap lines of South Franklin Street and into our tiny residential zone where primroses, tulips, and magenta bleeding hearts will provide targets for their cell phone cameras. We pass the odd office worker trotting with purpose toward the capital or another worksite. The MV Amsterdam, one of the older generation cruise ships is tied up to the new Panamax dock, belching blue smoke into our air. But it is not enough to obscure the clear sky between us and the Douglas Island mountain ridge.