The wedding was two weeks away. Lots of details still needed attending to, not the least of which were shoes.
So, on a Friday afternoon I was in Union Square in San Francisco, shoe shopping with my friend Katie. We found a pair that matched the dress and and would work for my choreographed swing dance.
Then it happened.
Running for the bus, my foot caught on broken pavement and I went down. Hard. I broke my kneecap.
Strapped in a leg brace for the next six weeks, I could cross my honeymoon — hiking through Roman ruins on the Amalfi Coast, off the list.
Wait — there’s a silver lining. Though we didn’t end up roaming Pompei or the cobblestone streets of Ravello, we spent the days after the wedding in a glass tree house perched in the Rapunzelian tower of the Blackthorne Inn in Inverness, Calif.
The Eagle’s Nest aerie, the stand-out of the four rooms that make up this one-of-a-kind B&B near the Point Reyes National Seashore, is simply the most romantic place I’d ever been. It’s a private, rustic-chic chamber floating above the treetops. The ultimate love nest — it has a secluded roof deck and sky bridge that leads to the hot tub.
The inn serves a hearty breakfast in the morning. Guests can dine alone, on the 3,500-square-foot sundeck, or in the glass solarium. Much of the construction of this architectural stunner is from salvaged items — doors of the old San Francisco railroad depot are now solarium walls.
Prices range from $195 to $325, depending on the room, season and special promotions. Check the website for specials.
Informed of our honeymooning status, owner/innkeeper Susan gave us a sweet discount on additional nights, making the decision to stay longer a no-brainer.
Last year, when looking for a place to propose to his girlfriend, I told my brother about the Eagle’s Nest. He booked it. And, within the walls of a tree house in Inverness, so another romantic story goes. Fortunately one without a broken patella.
Photos by Dan Dion.


