Tiny Oakland, perched on a mountain plateau at the far western end of the state, is a true escape from the big-city bustle. Its heyday was in the late 1800s, when a number of opulent hotels catered to vacationers brought by the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad. Saunter through the quaint antiques shops that line downtown's recently restored brick paths and you'll feel that you've traveled to another time.
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