Where ocean meets ranch meets forest meets enchantment in Fort Bragg, Calif.

Waves crashing on the rugged Mendocino Coast offer a striking contrast to the bland urban landscape of Los Angeles. So when I felt the urge to escape and read about the recently opened seven-room Inn at Newport Ranch, 20 minutes north of Fort Bragg, I booked a stay. My husband, Paul, and I flew to Santa Rosa and drove three hours northwest, a long, but scenic trip, and well worth it: The Inn sits on a 2000-acre cattle ranch that stretches from spectacular ocean cliffs to a forest where redwoods were logged in the 19th century. We were captivated by the breathtaking setting, the craftsmanship of the whimsical “ranch-meets-forest” design and the hospitality of the innkeepers. The tab: $500 for two nights, with breakfast; $200 for other meals; $190 for horseback riding; $306 for a rental car; plus taxes and airfare.

The bed

At the Inn at Newport Ranch [31502 N. Highway 1, Fort Bragg; (707) 962-4818, www.theinnatnewportranch.com], sustainably harvested redwood rules, from the furniture crafted by local artisans, to the 24 tree trunks that anchor the three suites in the “Redwood House.” Our room was the cozy “Chute,” named for the metal contraption by which logs were once transported from the cliffs to waiting schooners, bound for San Francisco. I coveted the ship-like décor of the “Captain’s Quarters” room next door – until I saw the “Birdhouse Suite,” where a colossal redwood burl divides the living from the sleeping area.

The meal

Since we weren’t enticed by a restaurant in Fort Bragg and we were so comfortable, we dined at the Inn both evenings. No regrets. A Johnson and Wales-trained chef, innkeeper Creighton Smith prepared terrific organic salads, scampi and filet mignon, and his apple crumble and bread pudding were killer.

The find

We rode horses from a Fort Bragg stables along the beach in MacKerricher State Park. (FYI: the Inn is building stables on property.) Afterwards, we visited Glass Beach, a glittering marvel that resulted from past decades when Fort Bragg dumped bottles, along with other trash, into the ocean. Visitors were combing the pebbles for jewel-like nuggets of shimmering green, brown and clear “sea glass,” their edges magically smoothed over time by the surf.

The lesson learned

Our first day, Paul and I explored the Inn’s 1.5 miles of windswept ocean cliffs, spotting seals sunbathing on the rocks below. At dinner, another couple coaxed us to experience the property’s 20 miles of trails that head east. As a result, the next day we joined an ATV excursion. Our guide drove us through pastures where Angus cattle grazed, up to a 900-foot peak. We stopped to admire the panoramic coastline view, then plunged into a shadowy forest. We were mesmerized as the ATV threaded through second-growth redwood trees and the moss-covered stumps of redwood behemoths felled 150 years ago. I felt grateful that the Inn at Newport Ranch is committed to protecting this fairy-tale forest.