On that power line stretch - maybe we should do some time trials there. Set up, measure some 'personal bests'. Hand out ribbons. With the damp traction today, the only limit to speed would probably be a bulging self-preservation gene. Nothing to run into, other than maybe a little face-to-dirt interaction.
Of course, you have to wade through the 3' deep stream crossing first.
Actually, by the end, I had reacquainted myself with the highlands swamp pits. Reminded me of old times (many times down that road). It's not that bad unless you submerge into light ice in March (or, you don't mind the smell during the rest of the year).
An idea for the future - maybe work in a picnic break.
I'll take Heaven for the climate - Hell for the company.