Nancy-Linn Nellis , a very successful Innkeeper, retired as an Innkeeper having owned and run 3 Inns since 1985 and decided to have self-catering vacation rentals.
Her first inn was located in Pa.(since closed) and then two in Maine – namely Watchtide™
The first Watchtide™ (tides on the St. Croix were about 22′) was in Calais, Maine. When it burned down (due to an electrical fire ) Nancy-Linn and her ill husband purchased a 1794 empty, but historically significant, house in Searsport, Maine – and again called it Watchtide™ – a name they coined in 1993. – because again – you could watch the tide in Penobscot Bay – this time only about 10′ tides.
In 2006 – Nancy-Linn sold Watchtide ™- aka Watchtide™by the Sea – aka 1794 Watchtide™by the sea.- It has since closed and Nancy-Linn has repurchased the name she coined – Watchtide™ and now has control of that name.
A creative person, she was acknowledged and awarded many honors. She is fastidious as to decor, comfort and cleanliness, loves people and welcomes them into her home. She will make certain you will see the very best and find the very best in Maine as to activities, antiques, unique shops, unknown beaches and she won’t steer you wrong. She knows the coast well from Camden to Castine and Stonington, to Blue Hill and Mt. Desert Island, to Calais and on to St. Andrews, Deer Island and Grand Manan, New Brunswick, Canada.
A perfect stopover on your way up the coast to Canada, Campabello Island, Grand Manan, St. Andrews etc.
Very active in local politics and an advocate of Sears Island, ask a question, if she doesn’t know the answer, she’ll know someone who does.
Nancy-Linn lives on the premises and is available by calling her mobile phone at 207-322-2478
The following is the CREED that Nancy-Linn has lived by since opening her home in 1985!
House by the Side of the Road – by Sam Walter Foss .
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn in the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, in a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths where highwayays never ran – But let me live by the side of the road and be a friend to man!
Let me live in a house by the side of the road where race of men go by – the men who are good and the men who are bad, as good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat nor hurl the cynice’s ban – Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man!
I see from my house by the side of the road by the side of the highway of life. The men who press with the ardor of hope, the men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears, both parts of an infinite plan. Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead and mounts of wearisome height; that the road passes on through the long afternoon and stretches away to the night. And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice and weep with the strangers that moan, nor live in my house by the side of the road like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in MY house to the side of the road, where the race of men go by- they are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, wise – foolish… so am I!
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat or hurl the cynic’s ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man!