I'm guessing most of my readers have never heard of Wewahitchka, Florida. Neither had I until I married Les! Wewa (as it is known by the locals) is about 30 miles from Panama City. Three of Les' aunts, along with many of their offspring, live in Panama City. His cousin, Allen Crabtree, pastors the First Pentecostal Church there.
The family Thanksgiving gathering has been happening in Wewa since sometime in the 1960s. We went to Gatlinburg, Tennessee for a few years, but three years ago it was decided that we would head back to Wewa.
The setup in Wewa is very simple. Everyone who is able, pulls a trailer or fifth wheel to Dead Lakes State Park just outside Wewa. There is fishing and hunting for those interested and lots of visiting. It's all about family in Wewa!
Four generations were represented. Ages 2 to 88!
Since we don't have a trailer (and we weren't going to drive one from California!) Les and I stayed about 25 miles from Wewa at El Governor Motel in Mexico Beach. Les' parents, Bill and Dolly, were also there. Everyone else was at the camp ground, so after our midday bike rides, that's where we headed.
We did not lack for food! These ladies know how to cook in trailers. Thanksgiving was full on turkey, dressing, ham, mashed potatoes, chicken and dumplings, and much more!
There is usually a game or two of Rook going on...
You can take a walk in the park...
Or head on down to the lake...
Where mighty fishermen...
Can catch their fill...
Take a ride in a golf cart...
Although some drivers cause fear and trembling...
Or ride a motorbike...
Play a rousing game of frisbee...
Jump in a pile of boys...
Or sit mesmerized by the fire...
Certain dogs even have their own camp chairs!
A good time had by all!

























