"Want to go clam digging?" asked Matt, the man I had just met who owns the property I'm currently living on.
Immediately, I gave back a, "Yes!"
How's that for an end to the first afternoon on Lopez?
Matt, Hannah, Davis, and I all piled into the big white truck and drove down to the bay, tools and buckets at the ready.
We were soon taught how to dig holes and tell a fake clam from a real one. The fake ones are the shells just filled full of sand. Both fake and real clams were bountiful.
After we'd filled up a bucket, we all got back in the truck to drive to another body of water with a dock. There, we worked together to clean out as much sand, grime, gunk, and slime as we could. We twisted the shells and used our fingernails between the gap.
It was a refreshing afternoon.
Sandy, dirty, and sea-smelling.
Love that Salish Sea.