We were done before the tide even bottomed out. That magic 5 mile marker was the ticket, and it was amazing how much of that area hadn't even been touched yet. The bio's estimated roughly 4 million clams in the area. We went up there as a combination "visit the relatives/dig the clams" kind of thing, otherwise I would have hit a closer destination.

Krome:

If you saw (heard) a loud rattlecan-green Chevy 350 going down the beach, then that was us. We were using aluminum guns so I could actually feel the crunch more than I could hear it. Of course my son was chattering too so that might have been the reason why I didn't hear it.

We also stopped by the Oysterville Sea Farm to pick up oysters for my sis ($4 a dozen is a great price) and I also picked up some of their roasted garlic butter *drool* and teriyaki smoked oysters. Great place.

Also got some whole sand dollars while out and kept some of the better clam shells for Tommy's school. Gotta love that show-and-tell action.

Oh, and I now have my 2002 Washington fresh water license. Fear that!