In the lower 48, there are few if any places you could go in more than 5 miles without being closer to a road on the other side of the unit. Even the largest wilderness areas are rarely more than 7-8 miles across.
Follow that desire to see what's over the next ridge. I have it too. It's led me to a lot of awesome spots over the years. For example, last October I was running into quite a few hunters near my base camp, down around 6500'. There were lots of deer there, but more hunters than I wanted to be around. About a 20-25 minute drive away was a corner of FS ground I had been looking at for years but had never been in. I just assumed it would have camps all in it but mid-day, after a good hard morning hunt, I figured I'd take a break and drive up there to look around. Much to my surprise, it had snowed at that elevation (that FS corner started around 9k feet) and there was only one camp along about a mile of FS road. So, I parked my truck and decided to do a little mid-day scouting loop. A little mid-day loop turned into a 4 mile hike through the snow because the fresh snow was showing me such good recent sign, and because of that same desire you have to see what was over the next ridge. I followed sets of mule deer tracks (that was the tag I had) until a bunch of them came together and led me to a saddle in the middle of those woods that dropped off a steep slope off of the FS property. I took some mental notes, quickly crafted a ground "blind" setup (really just a good place to sit next to a large downed tree root ball where I could see a couple shooting lanes), dropped a pin on my OnX and hiked back to the truck with the plan of returning the next day. That evening I just glassed from the truck at a couple spots because I had already put in about 8 miles and my body needed a break. The next afternoon, I made my way back to that saddle in the snow and got comfortable at the base of that big blowdown, watching those shooting lanes.
About an hour before sunset, a nice little buck came walking right up to me and I concluded it was a "gift deer" for all the work I'd put in to that point, and because I had tweaked my back a few days earlier. I didn't look that gift deer in the mouth and dropped him with a 40 yard neck shot. I had him packed out to my truck by 9:00 that evening and was on my way home the next day.
That's a long story to say that those curious moments you have of "I wonder what's over that ridge?" can really pay off. There were a few times I nearly went back to the truck but my curiosity of where all those mule deer tracks led in that fresh snow just wouldn't be satisfied until I knew. And it led me to a deer the next day. So follow your gut.