We did some clamming last weekend while were down south. Clams have a way of multiplying while they're in your bucket, so when I estimated we'd gathered about 80 or so, we counted over 120 when we got home so we were able to share some with our neighbors. Parks is all about clamming. He takes all of his hunting or gathering roles seriously. He is a connoisseur of the outdoors, so anything involving looking at, hiking on or eating around nature and he's all in. I believe he'll be and Eagle Scout one day. Everly usually enjoys digging around in any element and looking for the the little details (a crab, a worm, a tiny jellyfish), but this day she was very much deterred by the mud for some reason. She was not a big fan. Oh well - some days are ok for making it through the mud, and some days are not. I find that to be a good metaphor for life in general.
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