A loon joined us this morning to supervise the official measuring of the Clams. The ducks had done good work, however -- the course was undisturbed and all clams were present and accounted for.
With Brian away jet-boating in Niagara, Fred added to his engineer's degree with certification in Clamology, gradually taking over the measuring task.
And the winner? The very small, sleek and trim clam Mussel Man, Charles' entry. This young man was delighted with the showing of his first ever racing Clam. A credible distance, too, at 6'!
And in second? Well... now... For several years now the Muskoka Music Men have come to the Clam Race, quite literally through the worst the weather could throw. They've sung through high winds, torrential downpours and power outages (not necessarily all at once, but sometimes the fates collided) This year, for the first time, their entry, Wild Racing Clam, scooted off the start line and made a serious run for the roses. At 5'9 it was good enough for the Silver Medal position.
We give the credit to Roy, who lovingly held the clam up to the microphone for the quartet to serenade before it went to the start line. (We think we saw the Clam lip-synching...) Whatever, the music must have inspired this clam to great effort.
In third place was Clammarama Ding Dong, closely followed by the Dutch entry, Clambrandt.
46 Clams ran. Some of our favourite names? Percy Bisque Shelley. Coquille Monster. Hippopus Hippopus (which means Bear Claw Clam)(in Latin)(you knew that), Claminigans, Hanna MontClamma... People are so creative!
Now it's all up to Jim, at Treasures and Trophies, to get the medals engraved. (We can't give him much notice, and he does just a wonderful job for us -- probably missing his dinner to get the awards done, for which we thank him!)
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