Some like it hot.

The recent heat has gotten almost everyone down. Everyone, that is, except the cicadas. Hear them singing from the tree tops, and notice that, as the temperature increases, their song becomes louder and stronger, reaching a heat-enhanced crescendo of lust. 

Go deep. Not for a pass, but for a clam.

Razor clams — those skinny, sleek clams of the coast — are down deep below the surface. They are able to burrow up to a few feet deep. And although they generally live far underground unnoticed by many, they were not safe from a desperate clam digger last week. Having been unable to catch our fill of hard clams last week at Katama, Jean-Marc Dupon and I decided to live (and dine) on the edge.

There will be no puns, amusing bits or fun facts this week. Instead, a solemn warning and public service message to remind us all about the power and deadliness of Mother Nature.

“Oh, The Places You Will Go!”

Dr. Seuss was prophetic (and likely his words and works always will be). I have been lucky to have been able to go to many wild and wonderful places both near andfar. The places that inspire me most are always close to water.

These lugs are nuts.

You might be a bit crazy too if you spent almost your entire life in the mud. Most likely you have never seen a lugworm, but rest assured they are down there.