Fried or Steamed: Deliciously Fun Time at the Yarmouth Clam Festival

Last Saturday, squeezed between thunder clouds, Meredith and I made a trip just a few miles north of Portland to the infamous Yarmouth Clam Festival. A beautiful town without the festivities, once a year Yarmouth comes alive as people from all over make the hiatus to celebrate all things clam related. All kidding aside, we had a wonderful time eating delicious seafood and blueberry crisp, supplied by local fundraising organizations. Unfortunately, Meredith and I did the festival in reverse order, partaking graciously in the feast, before the fun. After eating our fill, Meredith took a trip down memory lane to the days of Cheyenne Frontier Days (a festival in Wyoming), and ushered me onto the creaky, yet fun carnival rides of Smokey's Greater Shows. After an exciting trip on Thunder Road and a dizzying trip on the Tilt-a-Whirl, we spent the rest of the night struggling to hold down our scrumptious dinners. Still, the Yarmouth Clam Festival is definitely an event worth attending, just make the conscious effort to ride the rides before crunching the clams. 

Breathe easy, because sometimes you're a little wheezy (and this is a little cheezy!).