Four o’ clock in the morning comes awfully early. Particularly after a late night, and a wakeful baby. But it was worth it.
A casual conversation started our adventure last week, when our friend Ruth mentioned her grandpa and her taking frequent trips to Long Beach to go razor clam digging. Well, one thing led to another, and yesterday we loaded up the Suburban with boots, gear, snacks, and several friends. The beginning of a great adventure.
We arrived at Grandpa’s Secret Spot just before low tide, the prime time for finding the biggest and the best, and started looking for tell-tale clam dimples in the sand. The weather was excellent: overcast and barely sprinkling at all for the duration of our hunt. There were other clammers along the beach, all seemingly successful with their full nets and happy smiles.
We found a great shop along the way, Jack’s Country Store, where we got poncho’s and chocolate milk (and could have scored just about anything else on the planet that we could dream up). We also stopped in Astoria on the return home to fix our wipers that had stopped, succeeding for a whopping 15 minutes or so of driving afterward.
When we got home, several had early afternoon commitments, so the boys came over and went to cleaning clams. Later in the eve, everyone re-grouped and arrived at our place for a good ol’ fashioned Clam Bake! It was delicious!
We can’t stop talking about when we’ll go back for more! This time with hip waders. Or flippers.