To get to my place, you need to cross a bog. This is, of course, maddeningly inconvenient.
But it's nice too, in a sense. It's like having a moat.
Mostly, though, it's a nuiscance. If you don't pay attention, you sink down to your thighs. Some parts of the year, If I have guests, I have to go down and greet them with spare rubber boots for them to use. And then, like some american native in a western movie, tell them to step exactly where I step.
I've spent quite some time trying to figure out how I could cross the bog while keeping my boots dry. Walking around the wettest spots makes no sense as you just end up turning ever larger parts of the bog into hideous, muddy ruts.
I could drain the thing, I guess. But this is the lowest spot in quite a large area.
In the end, I just smacked together some pressure treated boards and let them float on the softest spots. It doesn't look great, but hopefully it doesn't attract too much attention, either.