ocean shores

Somebody spent alot of time and effort naming the town of Ocean Shores, WA. Guess what it's primary attribute is? Our plan was to ride the bike down to Ocean Shores taking the long way down the west side of Hood Canal on hwy 101 which is positively wicked fun. But the weather conspired to foil that plan so we moved on to Transportation plan B: the Subaru. Except the Subaru has a check engine light on (this was all two weeks ago by the way and we still haven't gotten it looked at). Of the three vehicles we own between the two of us, we were down to our last one. So we piled into the XTerra and headed south.

As it turns out, this was a clamming weekend and the word was out. The beach was absolutely littered with folk burrowing after the slippery little suckers. As much as Christy was dieing to participate, we lacked the necessary and slightly sophisticated digging tools to clam. This is apparently serious business.

So mostly, we spent a weekend walking on the beach, eating too much, and watching movies. I can think of a lot worse ways to spend a weekend.


As far as the eye could see, people were stuffed on to the beach chasing clams.




Hanging out on the jetty.


And then getting back down off the jetty.


Sunset.






Gazelle.


Water buffalo.