Jammin' Out

We go for a long walk along the beach, where many families are out digging clams. I wish that hunting, fishing, and other such wild-food-acquiring things were part of my upbringing, but I guess that's the downside of a more citified childhood.

If Red Dawn actually ever happens I'll be totally screwed.

There are thousands of sand dollars and mussels and baby crabs running around. As we make our way back, I notice a sign saying one of the beaches is closed for clam-digging due to pollution. Ah, out of the city, but not outside its effect.

I also see this pro-cow sticker.