My fears about a drought in the mid-Atlantic states appear to be unfounded.  It rained last night, was foggy all day, and came down in buckets this afternoon after the rumbles of thunder convinced me to stop at this shelter rather than press on.  There are four of us here and the shelter would fit five.  One of them is an older guy who remembered meeting me South of Pearisburg, VA.  I recognized another fellow at the hostel, though he had just decided to leave the Trail because of chronic knee problems.  Looking through the register I see a few familiar names.  I guess we'll all be hiking in the rain for the next few days.