Harold's kindergarten class took part in a unique field trip this spring. His very brave teacher took the kids to a nearby beach to dig for clams. Wow, were they into it! And why wouldn't they be? "O.K. kids, here's some shovels, go dig in the mud and look for buried treasure." What kid wouldn't be excited? C.O. was one of the parent volunteers for this class trip and had the chance to learn a little more about this local past time.
So what's involved in clamming?
First find a muddy beach, grab a shovel and start walking.
When you see a small dimple in the mud start shoveling. That's your clue as to where a clam dug himself a hole.
Then reach down in that hole, don't be shy now, and pull yourself out a clam.
The kids went home with a couple clams each. I don't know what the other families did with their's but this mama wasn't quite prepared to make clams for dinner. So ours eventually made their way into the trash can. Harold really wanted one for a pet but we finally convinced him they wouldn't make the best companions.
Oh and there was a little tag-along on this adventure.
At the end of the day, the entire crew warmed up with a fire and marshmallows on the beach.
Mrs. Vasilie's 2013 kindergarten class.
(Harold is hiding in the middle of the three kids standing in the back.)
We were shopping the other day and Harold saw a clam gun for sale. He walked up to it excitedly and asked if we could buy one. Then earlier this week as we drove along the Homer spit Harold noticed the tide was out leaving the mud flats exposed. Harold wistfully said it looked like a great place to find clams. I think he's caught the bug. With every new experience we have in this great state, Harold proves that he is an Alaskan boy through and through.