I got married on October 1st, 2011, in a little red schoolhouse in the Santa Cruz Mountains. After the wedding, my new husband, Dave, and I drove my 1998 white Subaru Impreza named “Luna” up and over winding mountain roads under a full moon to drop down at the coast, staying the night as a newly married couple at the Davenport Roadhouse. Most people, including us, didn’t even realize there were hotel rooms here. It was a roadhouse, known more fo…
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