On a chilly Monday morning, just as my part of the Earth was rolling over towards the Sun, my friend invited me to join him on his typical day on his clam farm.  For years, this small slice of sustainable aquaculture has perfected its method of providing delicious shellfish to customers all over the world.  A method, that until that phone call, I had never given a thought as to how a clam made it to my dinner plate.

“Can I bring my camera?”  “Umm, OK,” he slowly answered.  That was the only answer that would have got me out of bed in time for his scheduled pickup.  If you know me, you know that I don’t really do mornings.

The day unfolded in to an eyeopening world of tidal flat walking and mud digging which ended with a boat load of the fruit of our labors to show for it.

Well, THEIR labor.  I just took pictures and snacked on clams.

Before Coffee:After Coffee:Notice: water, then no water, then water again.   You have your departure with high tide.  Wait for a low enough tide to start digging.  And then dig your heart out until the tide floods your holes.  And then wait for your boat to float high enough to crank your motor to take it back to the dock.  Lots of waiting.  Might as well steam some clams.