That’s right, my friends. I went digging for clams in Washington. Over our Thanksgiving trip, Tyler’s family suggested a camping adventure to Pacific Beach to dig for razor clams. I’m game to try anything once but got a little freaked out after looking at the weather report. It kept warning of an “Arctic Invasion” (“Killer Snowflakes!” My mom exclaimed) and the thought of battling almost freezing temperatures with high winds and rain while clomping through the wave edge looking for razor clam holes was not as appealing as I originally thought. We totally lucked out though. When the tide was low, the weather broke and we had an absolutely great time. I was shocked how fun it really was! That was until we got to the cleaning the clams part… I’ll spare you the details.
P.S. – I wore this look when I went to get my clamming license at Sportman’s Warehouse. I don’t think they believed me that I was actually going to use it…
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