As we approached the island a Mexican Navy cutter came by and dropped off a zodiac to exchange supplies and personnel with the guys camped out on the spit. Was this the changing of the guard? The new guys were not as interested in us and merely waved. They didn't ask us to come close and try to talk to them.
We rock gardened our way around the southern end of Lorenzo and made it to our old campsite on the west side by lunch time. We stopped and set up camp there for the night. Dave had complained about the bo-bo flies at this campsite the last time, but I had not been particularly bothered by them then. This time, however, the bo-bo flies were miserable! Hundreds of them would swarm over our faces and hands every time we stopped moving for a second. Roger went south to explore the pieces of a wrecked boat we saw on the way by. Dave walked north to see the lagoon and cardone cactus forest. I found a small bit of shade at the edge of the arroyo. I suffered the flies quietly and worked on my journal.
We had landed around lunch time and probably could have paddled across to the main Baja Peninsula before dark. For fear of the tides we settled down to a miserable hot afternoon shooing bo-bo flies instead. In hindsight a tide rip would have been refreshing by comparison. That evening we contacted the rest of the group by VHS radio and arranged to meet them at a place called "Dolphin Beach" a few kilometers north of Caja Muleres.