Finding peace and privacy at the active Owenego Inn

Washington Post - September, 2012

Finally, I had some alone time with the Owenego Inn. Hours earlier, I’d had to share the winsome Connecticut Shore property with a slew of people, none of whom were even slumbering here. Among the drop-bys: a budding Sharapova lobbing tennis balls to her instructor on the clay court (one of three) and a grandmother watching her two small charges romp on the wide smile of sand abutting Long Island Sound. The largest group milled along the edges of the grand green lawn that begged for a croquet set. The dozens of early-bird feeders were waiting for the inn’s Hungry Dog Cafe to open and start rolling out the Monday night lobster special…