Living THE Mission

On a blue-sky morning in mid-summer a pair of women meander along a tidal salt marsh on the southern Maine coast. They're surveying the wet sand beneath their feet for air holes, the telltale signs of buried clams. Soon they stop, dig, place a few of the shellfish in a bucket, and move on. After they cover a certain area, they count the clams they've collected and re-bury them.