Apple Farm Inn

 Our second and final hotel was the Apple Farm, which is right across the street from our previous hotel.

We were ready for dinner and I ordered some clam chowder.

Mr Duffy and I opened a bottle of wine and made a toast.

The room had just a queen size bed, which is just okay. I much prefer a bed where I won't tumble off in the middle of the night.

There was a working desk with a nice mirror, and purple walls.

Our room had our own patio with a private hot tub.

Standard bathroom.

The nights were cold and this fireplace kept our fur dry.

We had a mini fridge and coffee pot, and because we were in the wine country of the central coast, they provided wine glasses.

And because of the hot tub, they provided bath robes for us.

It's a cozy and quaint room, also on a quiet street.