We are on the Kenai peninsula in Alaska where people are turning out in hoards to dig for clams. Yesterday the tide variation was 24 feet here!! 2nd only to someplace in Norway. Wait for low tide, or just a couple hours prior, and search the damp sand beaches for holes that look like someone poked them with a pencil. Those are breathing holes for the clams. They can bury themselves several feet deep. People come in rubber boots, hip boots and waders, they come with gloves up to their armpits and they come with bare hands and tennis shoes. Some have shovels, everyone has a pail, some have special clam diggers. All generations show up for this and they have a ball. Our neighbor gave us a bowl of cleaned clams and today I made clam chowder with fresh clams. Ahhhhh! it was heavenly scrumptious!
