At the end of our gravel road just where it met the paved highway, there was a section of it right at the very end that, in early spring, became like muskeg.
This was caused by the combination of clay and sand absorbing and holding water. It quivered and it shook but it would not bear the weight of anything more that small animals. And even they left deep footprints.
It was about 60 feet long and the usual width and this stretch had a deep ditch on one side and a small stream on the other. Tricky.
And some years it was completely impassable for about a week.
The school bus could not pass. The cars could not pass. Not even tractors or old army trucks could pass.
They tried poring on extra gravel and sand, but it never worked.
The road committee had met their match.
The highway ran freely. The gravel road ran freely. But this one patch of ground for many many years defeated them.
Everyone was unhappy and flummoxed...well the adults.
I on the other hand and I am sure the other kids on the bus and maybe even the bus driver, were not.
Because this little patch of ground had given us a holiday. A mud day or days. The revenge of nature over humans. Our wonderful passive-aggressive mud.
I prayed for it every year. I got it some years.
I was always grateful. But am sure our parents weren't.
Eventually, many years later, the paved that section of road.
But it was long after I finished high school so I no longer cared.

Muskeg....can be a good thing....for kids!!