Little Follies, “Do Clams Bite?” Chapters 10 and 11: GRANDFATHER RAISED THE SAILS, and we began the slow haul across the bay. It occurred to me that a heavy fog might roll in, obscuring the flats, making it impossible for us to find them, impossible for us to clam there.
31: Grandfather raised the sails . . .
31: Grandfather raised the sails . . .
31: Grandfather raised the sails . . .
Little Follies, “Do Clams Bite?” Chapters 10 and 11: GRANDFATHER RAISED THE SAILS, and we began the slow haul across the bay. It occurred to me that a heavy fog might roll in, obscuring the flats, making it impossible for us to find them, impossible for us to clam there.