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Carol Perkins: The Annual Perkins Beach Party

The meet up in Panama City, FL was an equal drive from Edmonton, the capital of Metcalfe County, and their Texas kin. But an 80 mile 'shortcut' by Carol & Guy, through Foley, AL. to experience the two-hand catch of cathead sized throwed rolls, started a string of circumstances which were fodder for travel experiences that can only happen to Carol Sullivan Perkins.
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By Carol Perkins

Each year our family gathers at a beach house on the Gulf. For two years we have gone to Rosemary Beach near Panama City Beach, Florida. Five of us coming from the North turned a nine hour drive into a two day event. Jon's family, coming from Texas, drove straight through.

Even though we left a day earlier, we arrived only one hour ahead of them on Saturday. The reason for that was that on Saturday instead of heading for the house, which was only a three hour drive, we detoured through Foley, Alabama for the famous home of the "throwed rolls" at Lambert's Cafe. (one of three locations, if you're confused. The other two are the original in Sikeston and Ozark MO - CM)


The wait for the culinary experience was 2.5 hours.

We failed to calculate the 80 mile difference and the traffic and the two and a half hour wait.

The key to the wait was not to wait there. After signing in, we turned back to the outlet mall and killed some time. At ninety-seven degrees, the pavement could melt a person's shoes so we didn't linger.

We went back to Lambert's within an hour only to discover that our name had been called, so they took us straight back. If you have not encountered the "throwed" rolls experience, then you must.


Cathead size rolls require two handed catch

The cathead size rolls require two hands to catch. J.C. was not too interested in having rolls thrown at him, but he finally saw that this was not going to be a war zone. After the wait and the crowd so thickly stacked we could barely pass move away, we were in and out within another hour. By then, we were looking at four o'clock and still had a four hour drive ahead of us. "That can't be right," Guy said as we all checked out GPS.

Guy's only pre-trip travel wish didn't happen

Before we left home, Guy's only wish was to arrive before dark so he could see the house. That didn't happen. As a matter of fact, we had a hard time finding the house because there were dozens of new constructions and in the dark, they all looked alike. When we finally located it, we were more than happy.

Guy was especially smiling because of the attached carriage house that had its own kitchen, living area, and bedroom. Plus, it had a washer and dryer, so we were set. We could have hidden out for days except the grandchildren loved our treasure, too. "Ci ci, it's time to get up," I heard at seven in the morning. I didn't get up!

No longer a beach paradise

The area where we had been two years before (last year was a Disney trip) was no longer a beach paradise. Instead of a semi-private beach area, there were four rows of beach chairs and hundreds of people. As I write on a Wednesday afternoon, I have yet to go to the beach. "It's a long walk," Guy said as he and the others waved goodbye. I was more than happy to watch as they carried chairs, floats, coolers, unbrellas, and some kids. I would stay behind and cook lunch and be happy I was not there even though I would have enjoyed taking some beach pictures of the kids.



Eventually had to give in and go to the beach

I don't like sand. I don't like waves and minnows under my feet. I don't like the sun or the people spread out in droves who are often inconsiderate of the space of others. I prefer the pool. I actually prefer never having to put on a suit or get into the water, but I have to participate. This is what my family enjoys. They did not appreciate my Disney trip last year. I had to give in to their wishes and would eventually have to go to the beach.


This story was posted on 2015-07-29 05:53:58
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