Our sandal company, Chano’s, got its name from a wild adventure in Copper Canyon. During a rain dance ceremony, I spotted a scrappy six-year-old goat tied to a peach tree, spitting out a pit like he owned the place. This wasn’t just any goat—his owner told me he’d escape for months, fathering kids all along the canyon. He was a legend, but dog attacks left his back legs shaky with infection, so eating him was off the table. Jokingly, I said I’d take him home. Hungover the next day, I doubled down, and we tossed him in the truck. Back home, my kids adored him, feeding him grapes and scraps in our backyard. Our sandals, crafted from recycled tires and inspired by the rugged land, needed a name as bold as that canyon spirit. One day, I looked at that tough, quirky goat—named Chano—and asked, ‘Should we name it after you?’ He gave a little nod, and that was it. Chano’s was born, a tribute to a free-spirited goat who ruled the canyon and won our hearts."