Our Tradition started in 1986.  People talk about falling in love - for us, it was a "freefall" on Sept. 30, 1986 (a day we continue to celebrate even now!)  It made perfect sense in those early days to find a special retreat - a haven - far away from the fast-paced culture of the early dot-com/technology start-ups in the Bay Area where we lived.
Little River Inn was that place.  Our first stay was in the Inn itself, upstairs in a small, gabled room.  We decided we needed to return - twice a year.  Room 33 (then) in the Annex, 2nd floor became our regular hideaway in the Spring and Fall, just as the vineyards we drove past were turning their various hues of gold, red and brown. 
What is it about Little River Inn?  The Inn itself is a bastion of history (my grandmother used to visit it regularly as a young bride), and despite its upscale accommodations, it meshes with its surroundings to become a natural sanctuary - a civilized place on the rugged and beautiful northern coast.
It provides distance from our regular lives. 
It promotes communing with nature through walks along the beach or headlands, relaxing on our deck watching and listening to the waves, scouting for whales. 
It fosters togetherness as we warm ourselves by a crackling fire, sipping a glass of our favorite Anderson Valley wine.
It helps us to get "outside" of ourselves, somehow, together.

Little River Inn, and now, specifically, the Mallory House, provide the respite and renewal we need to reconnect and remind ourselves why we said "I do" over 20 years ago.