Many years ago I had a dog that I named Trespass because I
was, uhh, someplace I shouldn't have been when I found her. Well,
more like she found me. There I was, walking through this,
uhh, area where I shouldn't have been, when I was attacked
by a tail-wagging dog. Well, attacked isn't the right word. Unless
you consider being licked as an attack. That dog immediately became
my best friend and followed me home.
I had a convertible Chevy Blazer that I drove with the top off all
through the summer and the dog sat in the passenger seat and went
everywhere with me. I took her to the beach, to the mountains, and
everywhere in between. I only wish there was geocaching back then.
Trespass would have loved geocaching.
I miss you Trespass 
This cache is the fifth of five caches I placed between miles eight
and eleven of the Folsom South Canal.
For information about the Folsom South Canal, see FSC - The
Beginning (Waypoint GC14V4J)