Clam Digging in Bahia de Los Angeles

We made friends with Tim and Victoria from Savannah, Georgia as soon as we arrived at camp. They invited us to their camp fire and we stayed up late into the night talking and laughing about our various Baja experiences. They invited us to drive out with them to the end of the beach road and dig for clams. We were not too sure what to expect but what we got was so so good! We were out at low tide digging in the streams between the spit of land to the closest island. Conor and Ty picked it up very quickly while I just dug and dug to no avail. After a while our buddy Cowboy came over and showed me a better spot so FINALLY I started catching up to the big guns. We came home and let them sit in water for the night to spew out all their sand. The next day we ate clams for lunch. Just clams! and for dinner we made a dutch oven potato, vegetables, and chorizo casserole…with more clams piled on top. Yum yum.


Just as we were getting ourselves comfortable around the campfire with our newly retired friends Andy and Catherine, Conor picked up a stick of wood that we carried in from the desert and he got STUNG by a scorpion! Poor kid can’t catch a break. Ty spotted the thing in the sand and got a picture so we could discover if Conor was going to survive. Luckily, it was a common sand scorpion of the region and the owners of Daggett campground said it would hurt for an hour then it would go away. Lucky lucky. Conor’s whole hand was hurting then it went tingly for the next 12 hours. He handled it like a champ. Hopefully that will be our first and last experience with the terrifying desert wildlife.



Location: Bahía de los Ángeles, Baja California, Mexico

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  1. UnknownFebruary 1, 2016 at 6:42 AM

    Poor Conor! Glad he is ok. We had a great time hanging out with y'all. Can't wait to see you in San Ignacio!

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