Fog and the Farm Pt.2

We strapped our boards onto a white Subaru and drifted through the fog like a ghost ship. The car dipped and wove en route to the coast, between paddocks and native trees. Soon we arrived at a farm gate that guarded the entrance to a point. A ‘No Trespassing’ sign stood by the entrance.
“What do you think, should we go through anyway?” Paul asked.“Let’s do it, what’s the worst that can happen?”

1. Shea discovers a strange sign.
We crept down the farmer’s road and came to...












