Beachcombing and Clamming

Here we are at Oceana Leisure Time Park near Ocean City. It's not fancy, but it is close to the ocean.

So, of course, we needed to find the beach. A short trail across the sand dunes opened onto the water.


And, it was a perfect day to beachcomb. The surf was pounding, the wind was whipping, the sky was gray and there was no rain. Nature at it's best.

All along the beach, in the dunes, we found these monuments to man's garbage. We walked the beach for a couple of hours, picking up sand dollars and garbage.

Here's Doug tying a couple of plastic jugs to the mess. We found everything from plastic bottles, rope and bits of nets to a chair cushion.

At noon, we left the park across this narrow bridge. I'm sure glad we aren't any wider than we are.


We drove 13 miles north along the coast enjoying the spectacular scenery.


And, arrived at Pacific Coast Resort, where we are meeting friends. This is a military base but we are allowed to stay since our friends are military. The RV park sits atop a bluff one hundred feet above the ocean.


The road to the beach is quite steep and long. Going down was easy, but coming back up took a little longer.


Later in the evening, we journeyed back to the beack to dig clams. This is the sight that greeting us. Both directions on the beach were hundreds of people and cars.


Doug immediately got into the action, while I held the bag for the clams. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it. We had a blast until it got dark. Then finding the clams got a little tougher. But we did get Doug's limit of 15.


Here comes my might hunter with another razor clam. What a great day!