This cane truck was hauling another trailer full of cane behind him.
Another overloaded can truck dragging stalks down the road.
The big letters at Malabrigo, where surfers come to surf the left breaking wave.
A choo choo statue at Malabrigo.
The beach at Malabrigo from our clifftop parking place.
Surfers and kite foilers came to play in the surf here.
Jason on the windy cliff top where we parked.
Kites powered the boards that lifted out of the water on hydrofoils.
A woman surfer statue at Malabrigo.
Mural on the wall of the surfing museum building under the boardwalk.
Boats stranded at low tide in Malabrigo.
A hand statue along the road with a religious message attached.
Jason on the beach at one of our early Peru camp sites.
Nobody around at this beach except some guys bagging sand in the far distance.
Sunset over the beach in Peru.
Overloaded cane trucks are common when its harvest time.
The desert oasis of Huacachina. Surrounded by sand dunes, this is a real oasis.
People paddle and kayak in the little pond of water here.
This guy is helping Jason get harnessed in for our dune buggy ride out to go sandboarding down the dunes.
Our dune buggy seats 8-10 people.
Jason stepping up the first dune we got out at.
Our driver explaining the proper positioning for dune boarding.
Dragging feet down the dunes.
Waiting for the others to get down. The dunes are steep when looking face down from above.
Jason sliding to a stop at the end of his run.
Then you gotta roll off and stand up and shake out the sand from.....everywhere.
Getting close to sunset on the top of a dune.
Jason and Karen relaxed on the crest of a sand dune, watching the sunset.
It got cold as soon as the sun started going down.
A pretty desert sunset.
The end of the day after the dune buggying and sandboarding.
The boards stacked to head back to the oasis.
We came screaming into the crowd of people taking pictures of the oasis below.
Looking down on Huachachina oasis from the sand dune above it.
We drove way up onto the mountains in Peru and pulled off at an abandoned police building at the top of a hill. This stone corral was next to our parking spot.
This old lady came out of the stone home next to the corral and tried to have a conversation, but we didn't communicate very well. She eventually took her machete and headed off down the hill.
Rock cairns lined the roads near one town. We read that locals build them for good luck with travels.
Guanacos in the plains.
Stopped for road construction, Jason gets out to stretch his legs.
Stopped in town, these guys were throwing shovelfuls of cement against the brick wall until it was covered. Then they smoothed it out. The back splatter from their throws landed quite a few bits of cement on the side of YOLO until we could move out of their range.
This truck driver is checking on his load of live chickens while we were stopped.
We figured there were over a thousand of them in the crates on the truck. He opened the back doors to let more air in as it was a hot day. He poked a few crates to make sure they were still moving.
This truck got too far over and tipped in the steep ditch. The edges of these roads can be scary.
A lady in typical dress for Peru. They don't really like having their photos taken, so I surreptitiously snapped this as we drove by.
Unusual white rock along the road, sculpted by wind and water.
A fabulous trout river along the valley between some pretty red canyon walls.
Our view from the airstrip where we parked one night. We didn't expect to see snow-capped peaks this time of year, but we are pretty high in altitude.
The colors and designs in this rock caught my eye. I left it behind.
We were driving above the clouds for a while.
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