A Promise

There have been requests in some quarters for pictures lately, and these calls have not gone unheard, nor will they remain unanswered. Several involved parties have promised to put up the pictures on Facebook in "just a little bit," and from there I can add them to the blog.

In other news, Mancora has no waves in September, it turns out. Something to do with the direction of the swells-- in Huanchaco, where we normally go, the waves roll in from the Southeast, but the Mancora coast runs parallel to that direction. Anyway, we had a good time anyway. We made friends right away with an absolutely giant dog we named John-Claude Van Damme, and a smaller one we called Jet Li. We spent a lot of the rest of the time naming all the dogs after action heroes, except for the labs, which we named after wines.