The feeling of being at this place is one of peace. The way the mountains surround and shelter the lake makes me feel safe and secure here. I feel like staying. I'm oblivious to the troubles of the world at this remote place. I feel like I'm the first person who ever saw this lake, the last person who will ever see it. I feel that way because I walked far and long on my own path. Rather than walking on a beaten trail in the footsteps of countless others, I created the trail. I built my own trail to this lake, and for this reason, the lake seems very personal to me. Although I may not truly be the first or the last to visit this small glacial lake, I have reason to suspect that few people have been to this spot. Of those thousands of tourists that visit Jasper National Park, less than ten percent make it off the roadway. Of those who do make it out of their automobiles, at most half travel into the backcountry on foot. Of those, the overwhelming majority sticks to well-maintained, well-worn trails with periodically appearing campsites. Out of the remaining few that decide, like I did, to create their own path, they have many paths to choose from; an infinite number. The land is wide open, begging to be explored. Mathematically speaking, the chances of ending up here are small.