The reality is that issues in my personal life are unlikely to allow me to roam very far or very long, confining me to backpacks within a couple hundred miles of home, but if I'm allowed to lay aside reality for a bit, I'd revisit Banff Park and hike up to Pulsatilla Pass again.

When I was there in the late 1970s it was so remote that I was able to approach pikas, who ignored me as they busily harvested grasses twenty feet away. I had several ptarmigans blithely wander into my campsite, and a local herd of about 15 bighorn sheep -- who knew enough to run away from me, unlike the pikas and ptarmigans. I never saw another soul while I was camped there for three days.