Another great, quintessential northwest tradition was shared among friends yesterday. We donned coats, hats, boots, shovels, and buckets to go razor clam digging. The weather has been miserable the last several days, and not too many folks were interested in going out to the beach to dig, but when the time arrived 10 of us drove west in search of adventure.
Gearing up at the car.
More gearing up.
Philip going "commando." Err...That is without shoes. He may not be wearing anything under the jeans either--I didn't ask.
A friend of Melina's, Rochelle, was visiting from the Netherlands and was able to partake.
Paige sported the Ivar's chowder man look. She hates this picture.
We all had our limits (15 per digger) within an hour, and it only rained for about 2 minutes. Great day to dig.
Philip and Shawn rinsing the clams.
The clams.
Paige's and my limits yielded ~3.5 pounds of dressed clam steaks.
2 comments:
So now post your favorite way to cook them!
Dang. I wish i could have come.
We must do it again! =)
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