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Los Pinguos and Ocean Shores



The second time seeing the amazing Los Pinguos was just as good as I thought it would be. We went to Aberdeen to see them. Steph, Sam (her boyfriend), Alli and Ash came with Lance and I. Due to my photophobia, (is that a word?) I was the one who snapped a couple of pics of Lance, Steph and Sam with the band.






They are from Argentina and besides being gorgeous, their music is addicting. We stayed after the concert for pictures and got to talk to them for a bit. I also met a woman there who is from Venezuela. Her accent made me so homesick for Venezuela!

The rest of the weekend was spent in Ocean Shores. My father, brother and 2 nephews were staying there in the Ocean Shores State Park, and we stayed in our hotel.

Hey, I like camping just as much as the next girl---I do! Ok, that was hard to type with a straight face. I DO like camping, just not in tents. I prefer hotels, with their hot water, indoor plumbing and nice beds.

But I digress...

It just so happened that our stay there was during the razor clam dig. This meant that we got up in the morning, donned shorts and shirts and headed down to the beach in the freezing wind and rain.

The beach was filled with clam diggers bundled up in thigh high boots, coats, hats, etc. We were the only group there in barefeet. You should have seen the looks we garnered as we walked into the surf and dug our limits.

Here's my nephews Chad and Cody checking to see whose clam is the biggest and my brother Bob is in the background.


Here's Lance in the surf.


Success!



Sam had never dug on our beaches before...and at first he was too cold to move. Soon though he became numb like the rest of us and dug right in. He was a GREAT digger! Here he is with Steph.



Sam digging and winning! We bestowed a new nickname on him. Clamarony! (His full name is Samarony, so you know, clam+ Sam+rony...uh..yeah. I know. Clever, right?)





Blogger won't allow me to upload any more pics right now. Suffice it to say that we had fun around the campfire at my Dad's campsite (my coat smells deliciously of smoke) and we dug the second day and then I spent the day when I got home CLEANING well over 200 clams.

Clam patties...clam chowder.....fried clams. I am clammed out for now.

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