On the third day in Mancora, the swell showed up with some force. Double overhead waves rolled through the shallow sand point and ripped into the beach.
I awoke at day break for high tide and paddled out. There were only 4 of us out, and I got wave after wave of big backside brilliance. After about 2 hours, my arms were spent plus 20 more guys had paddled out by then.
I spent the rest of the day in happy exhaustion, sitting by the pool, drinking tropical boozy drinks, and watching bomb sets roll in. All in all a day to remember.