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Saturday, June 4. 2022

Clam Nation

Spent a glorious week on the Cape for our 100th Anniversary. Hiking and biking -rain, Atlantic fog, some sunshine), using Merlin for a lot of our birding, and living on clams, oysters, mussels, and some Cod. No internet. Read 4 books. Lost 5 lbs. I did not need to lose. Love Cape Cod.


This boat in Wellfleet Harbor drags for Sea Clams, not regular Quahogs. Happened to catch the Osprey nest in the same photo. They are everywhere, and that is wonderful.


Posted by Bird Dog in Travelogues and Travel Ideas at 16:06 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

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In the early 50's, 1953 I think, Mass had a big hurricane come through. My dad and I went to Nahant Beach at low tide to go Quahoging. We got at least 10 gallons of them (don't remember what the rules were back then). The tide went out so far before the hurricane came ashore that I think we could have walked to Egg Rock. We ate Quahogs for months. Froze a lot and ate a lot till they were gone. Beautiful Quahog shells with lot of purple on them so my brother and I tried to make wampum with them but didn't have any way to drill the little beads.
#1 OneGuy on 2022-06-04 18:47 (Reply)
Happy Anniversary Bird Dog!
#2 LP on 2022-06-04 19:17 (Reply)

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