Saturday, March 25, 2023. Clamming at Copalis Beach

 Saturday,  March 25, 2023. Clamming at Copalis Beach

Ciara and 5 of her friends arrived late last night to their Air BnB in Ocean Shores, just past Damon Point park.  They dropped by at 7:50am to pick up a clam gun and bag for Ciara and were able to find parking at the beach access without any trouble.  Franklin had wandered out earlier and found the pedestrian bridge covered in ice.  We were on the beach by 8:15 and set to work. There was less wind, and the sun actually came out.  It was pleasant weather for clam digging.  We were able to get our two limits in about 2 hours, and then spent time helping Franklin complete his limit.  Ciara and her friends all managed to limit, so they had 90 clams to clean, but they made quick work of it, as well as several clam dishes for lunch.  Our clams filled 2-1/2 more containers for our freezer.  We may bring some of tomorrow’s catch home live and in the shell to gift to our friends at the China Harbor restaurant.  

Ben toured the “Clubhouse”, which is thoroughly ‘70’s vintage, but it’s warm and dry.  There is a laundromat which appears serviceable.  

There were several people using the clam cleaning stations.

We cleaned our clams in the RV, but dumped the shells and water at the cleaning station.  Many areas of the RV park are quite low lying and wet, so you need rubber boots to hike across the playground.  

“Resort” is really overstating things a bit, but since most people are camping in their own RV’s, so long as the water hook up, electric service and sewer work, that’s all that’s really required.  

For dinner we used a Costco rotisserie chicken breast and Rao’s Marinara in a jar, and fresh asparagus to make chicken with pasta and asparagus.  We also had toasted Costco ciabatta rolls with Boursin’s cheese with the pasta.  It made for a very tasty dinner. We had plenty so we invited Franklin to join us.  He had spent the afternoon touring Ocean Shores.  

To prepare for our Sunday morning departure, we topped off our fresh water tank, disconnected the city water and dumped our holding tanks.  To our dismay, after we dumped our tanks, water began to run out from under Franklin’s RV which was parked right in front of us.  It turned out that this was coming from the septic drainage port for the site adjacent to his.  That was rather disturbing.  Another good reason to always wear rubber boots around this RV park.