There's something lovely about having wood underfoot as you walk through a virgin (well, almost) terrain. I love the aspect you get as you dip & turn & follow, just hovering above the earth. You have time to take in your surrounds as there is no tripping over gnarly roots, mossy rocks & the like. There is an intimacy, a fantasy element- it is almost as though it's a secret & you must speak in a whisper or not at all.
I have some favourites, including one I traced early this evening in Byron Bay. The walk from The Spit to Manly is one and these pictures show boardwalks in the South Island of NZ I did on a trip with a good-looking boy called Jack. A not-to-miss is the finger walks of Savannah, Georgia- not quite a boardwalk but similar enough!