The Inn at Osprey Point

Address: 20786 Rock Hall Ave., Rock Hall, Maryland, 21661, United States | B&B
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This B&B, located on 20786 Rock Hall Ave., Rock Hall, is near Blue Crab Chesapeake Charters, The Mainstay, Chester River Kayak Adventures, and Haven Charters.
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          • Swimming pool
          • Restaurant
          • Outdoor pool
          • Beach
          • Bar/lounge


          • Non-smoking hotel
          • Non-smoking rooms
          • Wireless internet connection in room (free)
          • Refrigerator in room
          • High-speed internet in room
          • Reduced mobility rooms
          • Free High-Speed Internet
          • Air-Conditioning
          • Wheelchair accessibility
          • Free parking


          • Suites


          • Continental Breakfast
          • Kids activities or Babysitting

          TripAdvisor Reviews The Inn at Osprey Point Rock Hall

          5.00 of 5 stars Outstanding

          Travel Blogs from Rock Hall

          Sassafras River to Rock Hall on Swan Creek

          A travel blog entry by mgsaulis on Jul 16, 2015

          4 photos

          ... of fuel going up the Delaware Bay. Going back down will be better. Rock Hall is a quiet town but it has the typical Crab and seafood places in their harbor. We enjoyed a seafood dinner at Waterman's Crab House which is famous for their crab boils and sunset location. They have a little trolley that takes you around town which we used, but tomorrow we will use our bikes because we need the exercise after having hush puppies and a fancy ...

          Day 8 Crabs

          A travel blog entry by lilytylerbatt on May 01, 2014

          2 photos

          ... little to do and lots of volunteers but we still did our bit and helped volunteers get snacks and drinks. After our two hour slot was over the weather was so awful that we couldn't face walking back to the apartment with the guarantee of getting soaked so we went upstairs to see Greg who was watching football on the big screen. We sat and chatted with him for a bit. I was surprised to find that Americans are ...

          Farewell Philly

          A travel blog entry by ahousey on Aug 14, 2013

          16 photos

          ... and we had lunch. Very nice town.

          We continued south to cross over into Maryland to have dinner in Annapolis. We wanted to stop at the state park there to put our feet in Chesapeake Bay but it was 5 o'clock and they wanted $30 to enter the park to get stung by jellyfish (there were warnings posted). Another good reason not to swim in the water. Keep em' coming people. We found our way to Annapolis, MD for ...

          Chapter Two: Love

          A travel blog entry by richardvaughn on Jun 20, 2013

          2 comments, 12 photos

          ... walk into any supermarket across the country to find entire stores filled with vacant, terminally distant humans, shuffling through the aisles like datura zombies. Emotionally distraught people subtly withdrawing from the harsh realities of the twenty-first century. You could taste the bleakness in the air, it was like the dull metallic tingle of a near-depleted nine-volt battery. Bitter and slightly shocking, with a numb aftertaste that ...

          Chapter One: The Flood

          A travel blog entry by richardvaughn on Jun 11, 2013

          8 photos

          ... garbage bin in the last eighteen months. They are things, and things are meant to be bought and sold and lost and stolen and broken and forgotten. They bring only temporary delight, and their role in the greater, wider, bigger picture of a person's life in this universe is null. They mean nothing. We tend to use material possessions as temporary identities, coating ourselves desperately with sticky, globby, mass-produced escapism while our souls ...