A Weekend in Little River
We were due for a weekend getaway with just the two of us. We had heard sweet details about Little River in Mendocino County, so when Little River Inn offered to host us, we were excited to retire to the countryside for the weekend. They were expecting us and after three extra hours at the office, we didn't make it down those winding roads until ten that evening. As we pulled up, tired and disheveled from the long week and dizzying drive, James came down from the porch where he'd been waiting for us and scooped our bags. We had missed dinner, so he insisted on bringing up a cheese tray. After we checked in, we headed up to our suite. A knock on the door had James with an overflowing platter of baked cheeses and fruits along with cereal and milk. "In case you're like me and crave a snack in the middle of the night," he said. Delighted with our first impression, we sunk into the couch to enjoy our bites and a glass of wine in front of the fire.The next morning is when we fell in love with a balcony. Full stop. We sat perched atop the property, overlooking the Pacific Ocean while we drank coffee and rocked in our rocking chairs. I could have stayed up there all day. It's the perfect type of spot to make important life decisions and concoct plans on how to turn such activities into daily life. There was a whole lot of dreaming going on on that balcony.We had the choice of garden view or ocean view for dining. While both surrounded by beauty, the ocean view also comes with this amazing pink wall situation that I will forever be explaining to Justin that we need in our life. He has yet to see my side on the matter, so you can count on us visiting again. Let's talk about the food. My goodness. We opted for a pair of benedicts to be cute. The Crab Cake Benedict for her and the Eggs Neptune for him. We ate like kings.After spending the day exploring Mendocino County, we made our way back to the Inn. We rented clubs for a round of golf, then reunited with our balcony in hopes of catching the sunset. The yard down below was occupied with little french kids throwing a frisbee and we imagined this will be what parenting will look like for us. I told you there was dreaming going on.The sun set over the ocean as we set off to dinner, this time with a garden view. Walking back into the restaurant was like a warm welcome from friends. John, the sommelier, chatted with us about the wines in the area and how we should pair them with our crab cakes, lacquered scallops, and sole. The small town charm filled the air as the hosts we had met throughout the weekend stopped by our table to ask about our day. We overheard James telling a patron, "I'm the general manager, but I'm also the executive bus boy and I like that title better," as he swooped up the table and greeted more neighbors. To be honest, we didn't know what his role was before, as he effortlessly took on so many hats in our short meeting with him. We rounded off dinner with a digestif in Ole's Whale Watch Bar with many of the locals. Even after seven decades, the feel of the room was almost as if Ole could have walked in himself and greeted each person by name. After we had our fill of hospitality, we headed back up to our jacuzzi suite to take advantage of it. Soaking in a huge tub and then putting on a cozy hotel robe might be one of the most satisfying things in the world. Sundays at Little River Inn mean Sunday brunch with complimentary bubbles! We dined, we chatted, we enjoyed. Cally, the owner, the chef's wife, the great-great granddaughter to Silas Coombs (who built the original home in 1863!), joined our table to say hello. She thanked us for making the trip and, in turn, made our stay even more memorable.The weekend had to come to an end. It was bittersweet. We left Little River feeling like we had made new friends.....and need rocking chairs overlooking the ocean!
Little River Inn7901 N. Highway OneLittle River, CA 95456
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