They call them the Smokies, but nobody tells you how the mist seeps into your bones. I hiked up Max Patch expecting a view, maybe some clarity. Instead, I got swallowed by gray—no horizon, just the sound of my own breath and boots in wet grass. It’s strange how a place can feel both wide open and claustrophobic. I kept waiting for the clouds to lift, but they didn’t. I took a photo anyway, knowing I’d never post it. Maybe that’s the point: sometimes you go looking for something, and all you find is yourself, stuck in the fog, hoping for a break that never comes. #Travel #TravelUnfiltered #HikingTruths