The highpoint of this flat state is not far from I-95 and just over the Delaware-Pennsylvania border. It's located in an attractive residential neighborhood.
We parked in front of a house and walked the few dozen feet toward the sign.
As we approached, a woman appeared on the other side of the street and asked if we were highpointers. When I answered in the affirmative, she introduced herself as Doreen, keeper of the register. She was very nice and told us all about the history of the area. She allowed me to take her picture by the sign (which has been moved in recent years, it was once across the street from where it now stands).
The marker is by the sidewalk not far from the sign, on the same side of the street.
The sidewalk is actually cut away from the marker.
The actual highpoint is in the middle of the street between the sign and where we parked our car.
After Doreen had gone back inside, I took both girls' hands and, after looking both ways, ran across the middle of the street. I'm pretty sure we ran over the actual "peak."
Down the road from the highpoint lies the PA-DE boundary. The girls made sure to put a foot in each state before we left.
No campground afterward -- Grandmom and Granddad live not too far away. We crashed at their place, much to the girls' delight.
Next stop: Pennsylvania.
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