Of course the most awesome sights are the ones where I don't have a picture. You'll have to take my word.
A possible once-in-a-lifetime sighting was a woodland caribou, an endangered animal. I went to one campsite's lake shore quite early one morning, not quite awake yet, walking along the shoreline. Coming towards me about 200 metres away was this majestic animal. We each detected the other simultaneously. I'm standing still, open-mouthed in awe. He turns, prances at a trot, back perfectly horizontal to the ground, head thrown back holding very very long polished antlers. After about 50 metres, he turned and went into some muskeg and I lost sight. I was totally amazed. Awesome sight.
One day I am having a lunch fire by a narrow, long lake. I'm sitting against a spruce tree, drinking my green tea. A few minutes earlier, I had broken a length of dry wood against a boulder to add to my fire as I was sweaty and cold now after a long walk on this cool autumn day. All of a sudden I hear the low bellowing of a rutting bull moose. A few minutes later he is on one side of the lake about 100 metres away, big antlers. He sees my fire, but can't really see me well as I am sitting and still. I have a favourable wind so he cannot smell me. He probably came to investigate the noise as a possible competitor. I am updating my journal while I eat lunch, and I record that I bet he is going to turn and go around the lake to come up behind me to see what the heck is going on. There are red squirrels chattering, a Canada jay calling. I hear a spruce grouse fly, and then a large crack as a branch is broken. Too large a crack for a small animal I think. I pick up my gun, slowly arise and step around the few trees behind me. Ten metres away is the moose, looking a lot bigger this close. He still couldn't smell me and had been trying to figure out what was on my side of the trees. I spoke, saying "Hi guy, what you doin?". He didn't answer, but turned and walked a few steps, stopped for one last look and took off at a run. I had not heard a sound from him as he went around the lake, until that "crack". The grouse probably flew because the moose and he crossed paths. Awesome experience. I was impressed that I had guessed the moose would come around the lake to investigate. (I have been charged by a bull moose before. And threatened by a cow moose that I stumbled on just after giving birth to a calf. But it's all good!)
This may have been the same moose that came up to check my camp out another day. Again I had heard a suspicious "crack" outside my tent. I stepped outside to investigate, and a bull moose was behind my tent about five metres away. He turned and ran and I didn't get a really good look.
I saw some wonderful sunsets, rosy red sky with all kinds of pictures painted in the clouds.
At night when the sky is clear, you see it chock full of stars, unlike anything you will view when in a city. (You also see moving satellites and jets, reminding that you can't really get totally "away from it all".)
