Cliff and I began taking walks at our little community park over a year ago. There's a gravel walking track that measures 1/4 mile, around a baseball field. Trouble is, it got pretty boring, just going around and around. Add to that the fact that, in good weather, there were quite a few walkers to dodge on that narrow little path. Besides, we had to drive down there.
I got the idea of walking in our pasture instead, and went out on my own with a watch to see what course I would need to follow in order to get a half-hour walk in. Before long, Cliff joined me, and we found we were never bored, walking on our own land. Besides, we could turn our dog loose back here. The neighbor's dogs have presented a problem at times, and then we'd have to leash Sadie. But we haven't been bothered by them lately.
There are some disadvantages to walking in the pasture: If there's dew on the grass, we get wet feet. There are portions of our walk where you simply can't avoid mud, when it's rained. But we find the good outweighs the bad.
Put your right hand in front of you, palm down, and you'll get a picture of the layout of the back portion of our land (mostly useless and un-productive). The point, as we call it, would be your hand itself. All the paths we walk are the thumb and fingers... we walk down all of them, and back, going from left to right.
The first one, the "thumb", I have nicknamed Lifesaver Hill, because it's the one that caused Cliff to have angina every day until we finally got him to a doctor and discovered he needed heart surgery.
I hope this makes sense, and that so many pictures don't get too boring.