Very, very rough cross country off of trails. I had to keep it short, so I hinted at trails vs bushwhacking, but city folks really do not understand what it means to walk a mile on a road, a marked trail, and a compass course across constant deadfall. It’s like those civil war wooden barricades, I can’t remember the name, but they bored holes and drove sharpened timber through long planks in a series of X’s. That’s what it’s like, hiking through thick deadfall in a forest. Throw in cliffs, ravines, crevices, rapids, it’s pretty challenging country on foot! “Miles per day” is optimistic in some places. But a slow and careful woodsman can not only cross it (very slowly) but remain unseen at all times. Folks ask me what to do to get ready, I usually say, Find a hunter who wants to teach you how to hunt. Good hunters know what I’m talking about.
An anti-cavalry obstacle made obsolete by barbed wire.
An Abatis?
-Old blackboot Jarhead sapper history geek