18 Best Upscale Hideaways in the Northeast USA 2017 – Whitehaven Hotel
Huffington Post – Malerie Yolen-Cohen, Contributor
Two years ago, I compiled this list for discerning travelers who want to avoid busy, crowded places, and wrote this introduction: Right now, when the world seems to be getting scarier by the week, travelers long for – no, are desperate for – an escape close enough to drive to, but far from the maddening and frightening crowds. Those sentiments still apply, doubly, today.
Each of these 18 hideaways from Maryland to Maine – at the end of long country roads, out in the boonies, and on islands so rustic, you have to take a Mail Boat to get there – revolve around a charming, upscale hotel, inn, or B&B that will soothe your soul, be it through views, food, art, innkeepers, or all of the above. As always, you can find more in-depth information on these and other destinations in Northeast USA through GetawayMavens.com.
15. Whitehaven Hotel, Whitehaven MD. If you’re the kind of traveler who seeks out remote, charming, river-set historic inns, you’ll love the Whitehaven Hotel – an 8 room 1810 B&B, 7 miles down Whitehaven Road in the historic district of White Haven (in Quantico). On the banks of the Wicomico River it sits right across the street from the free-to-use three car Historic Whitehaven Ferry. Saved from certain demolition, this former home was turned into an upscale, though not opulent, place to de-stress. Built originally for one family, The White Haven Hotel quickly morphed into lodging for “drummers” – salesmen who’d take the steamboat up the Wicomico and stop here to “drum up” business along the waterfront. At the time, White Haven was a larger port than Salisbury – another hour upriver – complete with general store, a hat shop and a post office where the gift shop is now located in the hotel. There was a tomato cannery on what is now the hotel dock. It was a bustling place that eventually fell into decline. In mid March, when I visited, there was a preponderance of birds atwitter right outside my window. Momma and Poppa Osprey stood watch over their nest steps away from the hotel. A massive barge made its way silently and swiftly past the ferry dock. In the morning, as the sun rose, birds and boat engines sang a symphony of Spring on the Eastern Shore – a soul-cure for the havoc in Washington just a couple of hours away.