Hushed voices. Extinguished flashlights. Cars parked just far enough away to avoid detection. Swelling anticipation and its accompanying tantalizing anxiety. Silence punctuated by stifled laughter, met by shushes passed around in the dark.
We're not sure what your favorite "trespass" is, but were we the kind of people to do such a thing (*wink*), ours might hypothetically be floating a private irrigation canal at midnight.
The stars overhead. The quickening current. Again with the laughter. Again with the shushes.
"Hey, you guys want to go float Cutler tonight?"
The Cutler is an unstructured, cotton snapback with a rope brim, embroidered with a small Two Roads crest signifying the decision forced upon us when arriving at an important crossroads.