Hi Everyone..Happy 4th of July!

Ive been trying to get out of this physical funk Ive been in..I went out clamming with a friend of mine a couple of times this past week..Steamer clams for the holiday market..He was in the water digging, and I was in the boat sorting and bagging..We were at Conimicut Point, and that place can be a hell hole..The tide runs real hard over there because the Providence River dumps into the upper bay on the out going tide..At the point there is a huge sandbar that is about a quarter mile long, and when the wind is from the south in the summer, the out going tide clashes with it and breaks over the bar, untill the tide goes down far enough and the bar is dry land, and seperates the tide from the wind..We were anchored up close to the bar in the shallow water where the waves break over the bar..I had a humbling experience over there on Thursday that I wont soon forget..It was really windy that day, and my friend told me that if I didnt feel comfortable going that it was ok, but I went anyway, even though I had reservations about going..It was 90 degrees, and it was a slow rough ride over there, and when we got there we anchored the boat up, and the waves were breaking over the sandbar..nothing serious, but constant, like a washing machine..I didnt think much of it, but after a couple of hours, between the sun, the constant sloshing sound of the waves, and the rocking action of the boat, I got almost completely incapacitated, and extremely weak..So I took a Sinemet, thinking that it would rectify the problem, but it did absolutely nothing..and I was thinking about how I was going to get through the rough ride back..I felt completely useless..Anyway, we left, and it was kinda rough..There was a constant spray coming over the bow, and I got pretty wet, and much to my surprise it helped to snap me out of the funk I was in..When we got in, my friend John, went and sold some of the clams we caught, and I sat in my truck at the dock with the air on, and waited untill he got back..We still had over 3 bushels of clams we has to sort out, and by the time he got back I was fine, and we sorted and bagged the rest of the clams like nothing happened..I really thought I was down for the count that day, and it amazed me that I was able to bounce back..That day was my 55th birthday

So what did I do on the Fourth of July?..I ate clams

How was your week?

The sandbar goes all the way out to the lighthouse



The sandbar at low tide looking fom the lighthouse towards the point