every time i visit Oregon i pass through Portland (its still wonderfully weird), and we spend at least one day outdoors foraging for food. we have gone berry picking, fishing, crabbing, or this time, digging for clams. except this time we forgot our clam gun, which none of us realized until after we drove out to the trail head and parked. no matter, we rolled up our pants and waded out into the cool waters anyway..
i expected Francis to dig up a few for us, but he was more excited about smelling everything and then peeing on it. oh well, maybe next time..