Making Clamerica Great Again
We did a weekend trip to Long Beach. No, not the one in
California with all the sunshine, beautiful people and fancy restaurants. The
one in Washington with the clams.
It’s further away than Twin Harbors or Copalis by a little more
than 40 minutes, but we were itching to do some more exploring and it’s a
beautiful drive down Highway 101, so the extra 40 minutes didn’t bother us
much.
We’re too new to clamming to know what’s a good day and what
isn’t, but we certainly enjoyed the weather, which happened to be just as sunny
as California. And we did get clams. I got one that was all about the party, so
I named him Clammy Hagar. Another was more into jazz and show tunes, so I
called him Clammy Davis Jr.
We got close to our limit of 15 each again, with both of us
just a couple shy. I was concerned Ann would have us going back out at
midnight, but she told me the day on the daily limit resets at noon, and by
then we were back in Tacoma.
Ann now has a master’s degree in clams, or at least she
should for all of the information she has gathered via YouTube. In addition to
knowing how to dig them, she’s become very proficient at cleaning them, and
quite good at cooking them – which is no surprise as she could make a nice
dinner out of a shoe.
Mary is still loving Washington’s off-leash beaches. I think
clam-digging is her favorite sport.


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