Well had you foolishly decided to join us, not only would you have had to walk further than you wanted to barefoot, you'd'a run out of daylight, struggled for 20 minutes to find a clam in the dark cuz your buddy dropped the dam lighter for the lantern in the surf, then after finding someone with a lighter, have the propane can run out of gas after only 15 minutes...


[Bleeeeep!]!!!!!!

Back to the truck for a new gas can, beg/borrow a book of matches from someone in the parking lot, struggle to get the dam thing lit in a howling west wind, then finally back on my way, only to get distracted watching an owl on the hunt hovering for mice in the dune grass... eventually hike all the way back to the surf, calling out to my compadres in the dark like a lost penguin chick looking for its mother... WHEW! found 'em!

Finally get the deed done with decent illumination.

We each got our 15, but it was probably THE most inefficient cluster of a clam dig I've had in 40 + years.

Dam things were sure tasty once we got home.

Ya missed out on the raw necks drizzled in lemon ginger sauce... and the raw diggers served as sushi with coho eggs... fresh Dungeness crab... smoked salmon salad... and of course fried clams.

Worth the effort? Yah yoo becha.

Gonna let someone else do the cooking tonight... at the Sons of Norway lutefisk dinner.