The morning fog off the Blue Ridge Parkway clings to rhododendron and oak like a slow curtain. You step out of the minivan and the forest inhales — cool, damp, and sharp with spring green. A guide from Blue Ridge Hiking Company checks your pack, asks about lunch preferences, and points up a narrow trail that disappears into a rib of hemlock and shale. Today you choose the distance and the difficulty: a 6–10 mile loop that could wind to a waterfall-trimmed hollow, climb a ridgeline with views across the highest peaks east of the Mississippi, or follow alpine balds where the wind is the loudest voice.