Sometimes you need a cabin in the woods, changing leaves, and mini fried chicken sandwiches. We rented a cabin just outside of Healdsburg in the Russian River Valley, made a few stops at our favorite vineyards and had a family lunch at the Fremont Diner. Those nice people at the Fremont love dogs. They even have water bowls, that's how much they love dogs.
{notice how Mater's eyes are closed in this picture? what a goof.}
In preparation for Thanksgiving, we roughed it like our forefathers with only a fireplace for heat (and a seventy-five pound dog). It was what they call rustic. No city luxuries to be found. And it was nice.
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