Basic 6-person design with uncovered picnic table and fireplace. Located about 3 miles from road to south (VA-652), but requires an 1,100-foot climb.

Moderate amount of tent space. Limited direct sun. Unsure of privy or water.

It should be added that the water source for this shelter is roof run off from a cistern. Ah, those happy days before the worries of acid rain and uh... roof detritus!This was one of four such shelters on the AT; it is now the only one.

Yea, the Fullhardt. I pulled in dar in years ago ...phew...after da 1'000 or so up from Troutville....and der was dis lady dare who looked kinda' strange ya kno....she had a dress (full cotton), looked to be in here 50-60's and was a singin' up a storm...well now me bein a gentleman and wot, I saddles up on da picnic table after stowin da gear to sees whas goin on wid her....And she begins dis big disertation, after an intro an howdy. Shes a goin' on an on bout how she's been usurped by da Royalty in England....says she's da true heir to da Throne of England! Well, now I was all curious by now...an listnin'...she said she was the illigitimate child of George VI and Wallace Simpson. When dey (The Queen and rest of Family) found out Simpson was bornein' a chile, had it delivered, then made contact wid an American couple in Alabama (of all places) and farmed her out for 7,000 dollars. She was raised by a Alabama couple...has a decidedly Southern accent, she does. So, she tells me that bein' the chile o' George VI, makes her da tru Heir! What a story....I guffed 'bout dat one all da way to Maine! The Queen, I met Da Queen Of England on da Trail....ha..ha..ah..ha.........! >>>>------------KZ@----------> AT-Ga-Me-'96

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'Go forth, Oh Warrior Bold, With Death Thou Eye Must Reckon'....H. C. Anderson....The Steadfast Tin Soldier

The lady you were talking about was there August of 2003. I was on a SOBO section hike and was holing up before resupplying in Troutville. Man did that lady have multiple personalities. I got the English story. She also was from Georgia and California. I put on my radio and she kept talking. I was the only one there so I was praying for anybody else to trod up the hill. She was trying to sell a new looking tent already set up that made her allergic. She actually knew a lot of trail talk and was waiting on a check. A big check! Crazy Mary stories filled 3 1/2 pages of my journal. Anyways the shelter is basic and had copperheads all over the place. If I was'nt so tired and wet I wouldn't have stopped

I spent a night here alone just a few weeks ago; the thru-hiking "herd" hadn't arrived yet. The cistern water was funky tasting (tasted like the roof shingles), but it was welcome after the long 3.6 mile climb in 85 degree heat. Good place to have a pack of Koolaid though.

Toofarafoot

Shelter was clean and uninhabitated for the nite. Truly atop a wooded knob, it had a nice winter-view ambiance to it as well as a unique rainwater roof cistern.

WASN'T DRINKING FROM THAT!

Stayed the night on October 30. Cistern working fine -- good supply of water available.

THERE IS NO, I REPETE "NO", WATER AT THE SHELTER NOW. The cistern had been disabled and the pipe capped as of 10 July 2008. The gutter had been damaged by someone I suspect had planned water there and found the place dry. The gutter was nasty because the screen protecting it from debrie was damaged.

Still No water