In January 1977, Marilyn and I were looking for someplace out of town to celebrate our 25th anniversary. I mentioned this to one of my fellow workers who happened to be familiar with Little River Inn, and gave me your  address and phone number. We left Stockton the evening of Jan. 4th and arrived at Highway 128 in the dark of night. DARK is an inadequate description of that night. We drove on a road that was totally strange to us (for at least a thousand miles, we thought) and arrived safely at Highway One. As I said, we were on a strange road in the DARK and every light that we saw we thought we were at the Inn, but finally we saw the bright and friendly lights of the Inn and checked in. As promised we were assigned to none other than Room 118 (sounds familiar) With the exception of two years that due to health reasons we were unable to come. we have been to OUR INN every December to celebrate the New Year and our Anniversary (58th this time)