If we had been able to just walk over to the cranberry bog, it wouldn't have been nearly as magical as it was. It took some effort and planning to get there, and part of the fabulousness of it was the journey there and back.
The other part was that everybody was enjoying the journey required to get there. That enjoyment is something that's missing in a lot of people these days. It's too easy to just buy what you want, watch TV, never having to think of working steadily at something. Kids come for a violin lesson thinking that they'll be able to play the violin in one lesson.
Not that I want to make people's lives harder. But enjoying working for something...riding a bike to the ferry instead of taking the car. Even something as little as that. Making your own cheese. Whatever. I want to know more of those magical people who look at effort as intrinsic reward.