Guerneville

Redwoods come straight down to the water here, where the Russian River bends through summer cabins and a town that never traded its easy, counter-cultural soul. Armstrong's ancient grove stands at the edge; the river is the social spine. Taste at Korbel or Iron Horse, sleep on fifteen wooded acres or in a refined country inn, and pass an afternoon beneath trees a thousand years old. Forest and river: Guerneville asks only that you slow down.