Haddonfield, New Jersey?

Where, you ask, is Haddonfield, New Jersey? Or what? Well, we don't don't where it is, but the village is lovely. A visit to Haddonfield was recommended to us by another camper, and it was worth the drive. I can only say that the town is about 15 miles north of Clarksboro, and I don't know exactly where because the GPS in the car went berserk again today. It was only by hook and by crook, with a great deal of backtracking, that we found it, and then we got lost twice trying to get home!

Haddonfield was named for John Haddon, whose daughter Elizabeth emigrated to America in 1701. She came searching for a husband, and soon married a Quaker minister, John Estaugh. Together they settled on 500 acres of land purchased by Elizabeth's father, John, who wanted to escape religious persecution in England. John never made it to West Jersey, as the English colony was then known, but Elizabeth named the fledgling village for her beloved father.

The streets of Haddonfield are lined with magnificent old mansions, most of which are in pristine condition.

Notice the tree in the foreground. Three weeks ago a storm went through the area causing a large amount of damage. The campground we're in lost a dozen or so mature Pine trees, one of which fell on a small camping trailer just after the owner had walked out to escape to the bathroom storm shelter, and another that fell on the batting cage, totally demolishing it.

 And the required Presbyterian Church:

We had lunch at Little Tuna in Haddonfield,  Donna ordered a Blackened Grouper Wrap and I decided to try a Rosemary and Ginger Shrimp Wrap. Both were delicious, and we brought enough home to have dinner.

Now that we still don't know where we are, we're going to venture onto the PATCO Line tomorrow morning and attempt to make it to Independence Square in Philadelphia. We'll see out it works out!