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Trip to the Clam Beach

Time to load up, Sam. Grab your stuff and let’s hit the road.”

Dad pulled his wool coat from a peg on the wall, as Sam yanked a warm sweater over his head and shrugged into his canvas jacket. He lumbered out the door in the big rubber boots. Sam and Dad loaded the pickup truck: buckets, a sturdy shovel, a short-toothed rake, and a digging spade for Sam.

“Okay, Neptune,” said Sam, “Up you go.”

Neptune leapt into the truck and Dad closed the tailgate. Mom juggled an armful of stuff and set aside her radio headset and big black flight logbook.

She handed them a thermos of coffee, one of cocoa, and a sack full of peanut butter cookies.

“Save these for later, when you’re done digging clams. The wind is supposed to blow hard this afternoon so I suspect we’ll quit flying early today. I should be home in time to help with lunch.”

“Thanks,” replied Dad as he kissed her and slid behind the wheel. “Be careful up there.”

The truck pulled out onto the dirt road. As soon as they were out of sight of their house, Sam and Dad looked at each other, grinned, and without a word, opened the sack of cookies.

Carefully, Sam unscrewed the thermos lids and poured steaming cups of coffee and cocoa. He knew to fill the cups only halfway. One of his first jobs on Dad’s fishing boat was to fetch coffee from the galley stove for Dad and the crew. If a wave hit the boat a certain way, a full cup of hot coffee could spill and cause the men to say words that Dad thought a boy Sam’s age shouldn’t hear.

The truck passed the Seldovia airstrip with its rows of bush planes. Sam could hear an engine warming for the day’s first flight across Kachemak Bay. Soon Mom would be there in her little blue-and-white Cessna, taking off from the dirt airstrip and soaring high over the sparkling water to Homer.

As Dad and Sam headed toward the clam beds at Jakolof Bay, the road dipped down into Dark Creek Canyon. The floor of the sunless canyon seemed like the bottom of the world. When the truck started up the other side of the canyon, the engine strained and sputtered. Dad had to set his coffee mug on the dashboard and downshift. The truck lurched and the empty buckets in the back fell over and rolled, crashing into the tailgate. Sam looked at Neptune. She stood nose into the wind, black ears flying. The noise didn’t bother her. In fact, she looked as though she might even be smiling.

The road wound back up along the cliffs high above Kachemak Bay. On the left, the land dropped away and Sam could see the ocean far below. Dad slowed down so Sam could look at his favorite eagle’s nest. Sam craned his neck to look for signs of life in the nest, but the eagles must have left already for a beach somewhere, feeding on an early spring run of salmon.

In the distance, a string of islands stood just offshore. Sam always recited their names for his father.

“Ready, Dad?” asked Sam.

“You bet, Sam. Go for it.”

Sam took a deep breath and called out, “Herring-Hesketh-Yukon-Cohen-Sixty-Foot Rock!”

“Right you are, Sam,” said Dad.

The road descended for several miles, and then, through the forest, Sam glimpsed the water of Jakolof Bay. The weathered boat dock came into view and Dad slowed down. A man working in a big wooden skiff straightened up and waved. It was Dad’s fisherman friend, Gil Chambers. Up popped another head, a smaller one.

Oh, no, thought Sam. It’s Melody Chambers, the know-it-all queen of Seldovia Elementary School. If Dad stopped to talk, Sam would be trapped! He’d have to be nice to Melody. YUCK!