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Russian River Pub
May 13, 2006

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On the day we got married at the cabin, nearly 17 years ago, we made our getaway in a canoe to Hilton Beach, then waved goodbye, scurried up the path to our old Jetta and drove about 100 feet before stopping in here at the Russian River Pub, to come back down to Earth before setting out for San Francisco.

The pub is still there, under new ownership, but we stopped in after opening the cabin, had some juicy pub grub, told them our story, and thanked them for keeping it going.