This was supposed to be an identical Garman Geko GPS, but it didn't act the same. It was much slower at acquiring the satellites. This was annoying since I only turned it on before each photo and had to wait for it to record a few track points before proceeding. What I did not know was that the reason this GPS took so long was because it often got the date wrong! It thought it was 1989, or 1990, or even 2031 sometimes. So the ephemeris of satellites it had was always wrong and it had trouble deciding which satellite to listen for. Then it often recorded the wrong date or the wrong time with the location. This made a lot of work for me later when I went to geo-locate my photos. So the photos from this trip are going to be scattered all over the place and not very accurate.
I cut across to Punta San Antonio without getting close to shore or to Isla San Geronimo. This made the day seem like another long crossing. A fog bank offshore prevented me from ever seeing Isla Geronimo at all. The fog closed in on me at Punta San Antonio and didn't clear until I rounded Punta San Fernando and saw Campo Nuevo. All day long I had been surprised by large sets of waves out of the south. These would come by and break far offshore and prevent me from wanting to be inside. Then things would calm down and look innocent for 6 minutes or so before the next monster. This was not in the forecast I had read before leaving! So I landed at Campo Nuevo with some trepidation but no real problems.
I found that Campo Nuevo had a large sandy beach it did not have last time I was here. Above the sand was a gravel berm well above the hight tide on both sides. Camping on the north side got me out of the smell of the pit toilet and the chicken coop at the fish camp. I got to camp on gravel instead of sand or dirt! I was a happy camper. Two panga fishermen, Salvador and Carlos, came by my camp to visit. They were the only pescaderos staying overnight in the camp. Like last time, most of the fishermen prefer to drive back to El Rosario every night. Salvador and Carlos and I communicated poorly but made do. They invited me to their shack for coffee. They had 4 stoves: A butane stove (out of fuel). A propane stove (no hose to connect it to the tank). An old kitchen stope that they were taking apart to salvage a hose and regulator off of (but the hose sprang a leak). And a propane camp-stove with a bottle just about out of gas. Enough for coffee! And come back tomorrow morning for coffee with breakfast! I asked the guys if they remembered the guy who was living here with his family, and they had no recollection of anything that long ago.