For a different kind of a Sunday, we broke into a fenced off, protected water area and went for a mini-hike. Mini-hikes are the only kind I can tolerate, especially when it is freezing. Literally, it was freezing. The ground was frosty with ice heaves. Or should that be icy with frost heaves?
Regardless, we found a spot where we could pull the car off the road far enough to be hidden from passersby. Then we climbed through a hole in the fence conveniently located beneath the No Trespassing sign.
Ah, the final days of youth.