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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