Some California country (inn)

After a 4 hour, beautiful drive that, of course, started two hours late and beyond by going into one of those insane markets up in Eureka with all good everything, where I become helplessly enthralled and bewildered by just cheese choices alone (even the liquor store leaves me fairly dazed, with its 20 kinds of different Bloody Mary mix, along with 5 or 8 kinds of tonic, forget asking how many kinds of alcohol; spoiler: the answer is too many) we arrived at the Carrville Inn for our friends' wedding. 

But first, we had to get here. In Dave's awesome new vehicle. Packed with four people and enough gear and clothes that we were carrying air mattresses and giant computers on our laps. Well, except for Dave. 

Half of the trip was along this river. The Mad River. Or the Trinity.
Or maybe something else. It was rushingly beautiful.

There is no shortage of trees or of mountains, but like oceans,
they are all different. 

Surprisingly red dirt out here. I thought we took a wrong turn into Georgia.

Those are not birds, just shot through a speckled windshield.
Speckled. That sounds chirpy, doesn't it?

The longest stretch of straight road there was.
Switchbacks galore. 

Wow. I think we've all said wow a lot around here. Three stories of history and acres of...well, here.

You'll get a lot more interior photos on the link above, people or their stuff filled most of the rooms so I didn't do an ad type shoot. Even with family friends, I wasn't going there. 

It was pretty funny, since Dave brought two dozen eggs from his chickens,
Elijah brought two dozen eggs, Katie brought 2 dozen eggs and the first thing you see on the porch is a very large egg basket with, of course, two dozen eggs from the chickens here.
I need to make a potato tortilla. And a quiche. And scrambled eggs. And...

Incredible roses growing all around the property.

The dining room

The incredible kitchen that we all want. There are labels on everything and I mean EVERY thing. I was looking for a skewer for a Bloody Mary and immediately found one in the cupboard labeled Odds & Ends. There's even a corkscrew drawer. 

Since this won't fit on the houseboat, I could enjoy it without too much lust.

This won't fit on the houseboat either but lust abounded. I am not alone.
Coolest fridge ever.

There are a LOT of rooms on the main floor but somehow we all find our way back into the kitchen. A lot.

This is where I ate my breakfast this morning. This WAS my breakfast this morning.

Of course there is a veranda. Do they say veranda out here? 

The count of dogs has now surpassed the count of babies.
Lots of nice kids and adults too.

 Obviously, there has to be an Iko section. 

Iko picking cherries, with help from Mama

Have you got enough?

Not if I keep eating them!
She even learned how to spit the pits!

Sharing with Tia Sarah

The pool is a big attraction. It's super sunny here, which is beautiful, but warm so even though the pool is too cold for me, no one else seems to care. Marco Polo!

Honeysuckle!!!!

Wow.

And they all smell good!

Bathing beauties

Vrae walking on water 

They were THIS good

The rehearsal has happened, some delicious aroma is wafting through the house, there will be pig on a spit on the delectably diverse menu on tap. Maybe I should make deviled eggs. Hmmmmmmmm.

Have a fink about it Friday. Do something fervently.