3 of us did a weird trip to hit Gregory Bald during azalea season. I don't recall the trail names, but there is a one way road out of the Cove. We dropped a vehicle at the first turnout on this road that has a trail leading to Gregory. We parked at the next pullout and did a dayhike up Gregory and back to the previous vehicle then drove out and collected the first one. We then loop around to Abrams Falls campground and hike towards Abrams Falls. We were going to overnight at one of the backcountry sites and then collect a 3rd vehicle at the Abrams Falls parking lot in the Cove. We are racing sunset and booking it to camp when we pass a couple in their early 20's sitting along Abrams Creek on a picnic. The girl was topless and as we hike by, she just grinned. The next day, we're driving out of the Cove and see a massive buck. One guy comments, "Dang, check out the rack on that." Another quips, "that rack is way better than the one we saw last night."I know that exact loop. I've done it a couple of times. That whole area is known for trouble bears. The campground is beautiful, but I only have a popup for RV camping and that means putting all the gear in the truck at night. But you're right that everything looms larger in the fog. Once, I stayed in that shelter and had a funny thing happen. Our group got there first but we were joined by a large group of UGA and USC med students. They had a mini-reunion there every year for the football game and to get drunk and rowdy. One of our guys got so upset, he took his plastic ground sheet, went out front and rolled up in it and slept there, in the rain. (You remember the shelter is set back a way from the AT.) In the AM, the students were all sleeping in and had to answer the call of nature, so I left the shelter and went down the steep slope behind the shelter in the rhododendron. Remembering that the student group was about half female, I kept going a little further. When I climbed back up, the shelter had vanished! (The fog had really gotten thick.) I finally decided to quarter up the mountain to my left (NW), since the AT runs right along the ridge, I'd be sure to cut it and the shelter would be to my right. Just as I got to the trail, I almost stepped on a huge buck with a big rack which was sleeping right by the trail. I don't know which of us was scared worse. I've been turned around many times, but that was the first for a poop expedition...
Thankfully, I've not gotten lost on a poop expedition.