Yeah, since Chitina, and the frenzy of Foodsavering of fish, the smoking of fish, and other summer related stuff, all sorts of interesting thing have been happening, but I've had neither the time or the patience to sit down and put all my little rants into a post. It's summer, it's Alaska, and dammit, we'd better enjoy it while it lasts.
And dammit! I never got around to picking raspberries.
I say this because I can already feel summer waning. It got down into the 40s the other night and this great big sissy had to fire up the wood stove.
But, lest we forget, Bong Hits for Jesus!
So, the purchase of the Big Chief smoker has had an interesting effect on my household. Suddenly, the possibility of smoking all sorts of stuff is within my grasp: fish, moose, cornish game hens, cheese, etc. I was so overcome by the possibilities that when I happened upon a smoked clam brine I checked out the tide book and was compelled to drive to Ninilchik again to hit a really good razor clamming tide.
It was a fine trip, if a bit surreal in a sleep deprivation kind of way, and I introduced a good friend to the joy of digging razors. He's better at it than me. Bastard.
Ninilchik Razor Clamming Index:
- Miles driven: 1200
- Clams dug by me: 120
- Miles per clam: 10
- Miles per gallon: 29ish
- Gallons per clam: Will someone who likes math help me out here?
- Beers consumed: 23ish, I think. (It was kind of cold and blustery in a coastal way. Not so nice to hang out and drink beers. I had to switch to bourbon.)
- Hours on road: 20+
- Hours clamming: 3.5
- Hours cleaning clams: 8? 10? It never ends.
- My height: 5' 5.5"
- My cohort in clamming's height: 6' 7"
- Maximum height that a person sitting in The Soob can be and still manage to be comfortable (even with the seats pushed all the way back): 5'10"? 5' 9"? (Whatever it is, it is considerably less than 6' 7".)