The next day we got up early and got things going. We launched the boats right before the tide schrubered us again. The sea was nice and calm. The wind patterns seemed fairly regular for this time of the year. We revved the motors up and headed for Punta Piedra Volcanica on the north end of Isla San Luis. The Yellowtail weren't there. We tried trolling over by where we hit the Pargo the year before. No luck. Cathy and I headed over to south La Poma. We trolled repeatedly, but couldn't raise a Yellow or Sierra. We continued over to east La Poma. No fish were to be raised there either, however, we did see a couple whales surface and blow about 100 yards away. That was pretty neat, so we tried to slip in on them. They didn't feel like company I guess, as they dove and disappeared. The Boobies kept guard over the south La Poma grotto, atop guano stalagmites.

Cathy was not well, so I said hasta la vista to the islas and ran her back to shore. I refueled and still had time to do some fishing. I dropped a rock in the bow for ballast and fired her up. I zipped out to the San Luis pinnacles at 25 mph. It only took 15 minutes or so to go the 3.5 miles out to the mounts. Fish were not cooperative there, but the Brown Pelicans were happy. A bunch of them perched atop one of the pinnacles off Caleta Paraje de Trabanco. The picture is a panorama, click on it and a new, full sized, scrollable, resizable window will open via Javascript. When you're done, close the window to return here.

The Pelicans were keeping an eye on their newest member, the fuzzy white fledgling in the middle, right below the Yelow-footed Gull. Both breeding adults and first-year juveniles were plentiful.

This fuzzy dude cruised nearby. I couldn't identify his momma, but undoubtedly, he knew where she was and vice versa. He didn't even have wing feathers yet.

Geoff and Kerry cruised in the Honcho 1.