We camped at Fort Stevens State Park this weekend with the Beatleys and Grandma Thomas. The purpose of the trip was to just hang out and dig up a limit of clams!
The Peter Iredale ran aground over 100 years ago.
Dad and I had to ride to the beach in the back of the truck with two chilly mutts!
It's not a real trip to the beach unless you shoot a raw oyster. Unfortunately, nobody else would shoot.
Dig here! If you see one of these dimples, start digging for the golden treasure below and cross your fingers you don't hear a 'crunch!'

Double diggers - The clams were in such high density that you could have dug an entire limit in a two meter radius!
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I can't wait to hear about the satanic racoons. Sounds interesting! :-)
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