Several years ago, after a day-long hike in Kananaskis Country in Alberta (a magnificent wilderness that abuts Banff National Park), I drove by two vehicles stopped by the side of the mountain highway. The passengers were busily feeding potato chips to a small herd of mountain sheep. I could have kept driving and cursed the central Canadian tourists under my breath (sorry, but the SUVs had Ontario plates). Or I could have grabbed my cellphone and passed on their licence numbers to park wardens, who might have levied a fine.
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