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Friday, June 27, 2008

SISTER DAY
Overlooking Bellingham Bay. Lummi Island in distance.
My two younger sisters and I try to get together occasionally for lunch and some fun time.
Last week we took a five minute drive to the small town of Old Fairhaven, on Bellingham Bay, where we indulged in cheeseburgers, fries and drinks which we took by the water to enjoy. We grew up in Fairhaven and the bay was our playground. I remember walking there many times with our cousins and neighbor playmates. We were aged six to ten then and did not have an adult with us. I have often wondered why our parents let us go alone. None of us could swim and we frequently played on boulders, slippery with wet seaweed, which overhung some very deep water.
Grandma Prayed.

Here are my precious sisters, Barbara and Bonnie taking in the view. The San Juan Island's and Vancouver Island are out there. It was a cloudy day so my photo's are not as bright as I'd like.


I probably shouldn't confess this but we found Horse Clam necks sticking through the seaweed and couldn't resist poking them so they would squirt. I can just imagine what any onlookers were thinking. Three sixtyish ladies poking clam necks then running and shrieking when they squirted. Mercy! The whitish line you see is what it squirted at sister Bonnie.

You see, there is still a little kid in all of us no matter how old we get.

This Blue Heron was patiently waiting for a fish to swim close enough for his lunch. I used my zoom for this shot.

This golden colored bladder type seaweed was interesting. I can't recall seeing this type before.

Seaweed used to be harvested to use on gardens, but it is against the law to take anything from the beach now days, except you can glean seafood when the season is open if you have a permit. It sure is different than when I was a kid. Dad and mom would take us to their favorite clamming area and we would take as much as we wanted of Butter Clams, Horse Clams, Oysters and Dungeness Crab. Nothing ever went to waste either, what we couldn't eat was canned to be enjoyed in the cold winter months.

Well that's about it for my Sister Day. I bet you are wondering "What in the world is a Horse Clam....."


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