Nancy-Linn Nellis , a very successful Innkeeper, retired in Feb. 2006  having owned and run 3 Inns since 1985. Her first in Pa. and then 2 in Maine. 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.   We are 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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn  in the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, in a fellowless firmament;  There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths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!