Who says you can't walk barefoot in a jungle? I once slipped into a swamp that was like a jungle gym for moss, and I walked on a velvet carpet made of leaves and you could almost hear the whispers of the trees cheering me on. And the wildest part? A raccoon had already claimed the throne of that moss, wearing a tiny crown of vines. If you want the thrill, grab a map, forget the safe path, and let the moss be your guide.