The rut is an easy option due to it's convenience,lack of thought needed as it takes one(in the short term)where one needs to get to.
The hardest bit is getting out of it.
Once that's been acheived one looks at it and wonders how the rut got so deep as the bottom on the vehicle(a*se)was scraping the floor causing a lot of friction and inefficiency.
R2 being philosophical
Well, rut-exiting is easy or not depending not so much on the rut but on it's whereabouts and context. I will employ a Fforest Brechfa analogy ....
The wide gravel paths are easy to walk and even the potholes get repaired toot-sweet so the lorries don't break their axle. One may go along admiring the views and forest to either side. They are nice ruts, as ruts go. (Better than a back-alley in Peckham, anyway).
There are older tracks that are now redundant to the foresters, as they go into areas of relatively recent planting. These too are easy to traverse, even if there is a pothole, flooded bit or a tree across. Scared-y-cats avoid them so they are often pristine i' the flora; and perhaps enfaunarated.
Some very old tracks are now mossy, flooded, muddy, trap-doored with moss-covered trip-root and likely to suck off a boot. There are serious tangled bits where trees have spread, fallen or otherwise encroached. One may go along them and still be guided but likely to suffer a faux-pas, from a mere wet foot to a serious clonk in the shin or even a tumble into a deep spikey mud 'ole!
Then there is the temptation to wander into a sun-dappled glade, with no footpath just a beckoning faerie dell. One stumbled on and soon gets lost. Tanglewood rears up, as do various goblin-traps. Perhaps one will come across a skellington or two, where others have unwisely wandered and been absorbed............
I do try to keep out of the deeper ruts. Somehow I seem to merely enter some other ruts, where there was once more traffic which has now gone down the rut-motorways. I fear becoming an entangled skellington, perhaps via a long and degrading wander through the ever-more spikey tanglewood found in the less-frequented areas of human habits & habitats, such as shop doorways at night and below the concrete underpass.
Even the sun-dappled glades can hide an adder or two.
Cugel, an old dog anxious to learn new tricks, including how to loosen the habit-ropes without falling into a bogey-hole.