So a hiker starts out from Springer, enjoying his hike, but also looking forward to town rests for some rewarding food and drink as well. At the end of the first 30 miles, he descends Blood Mountain into Neels Gap and is happily anticipating a hot shower and a cold beer.
Rude awakening: the very first stop on the trail where a guy might want a celebratory cold one is in a dry county. No beer, no wine, no liquor. No kidding. Not even in restaurants. There is a convenience store down the road called The Booger. Fuhgetabboutit. The guy who picks you up to take you to Goose Creek where you can rent a nice cabin is sweet. And has bible verses painted all over his van. And he frowns when asked to shuttle anyone to the neighboring non-dry country for beverages. Be glad to take ya to the Booger tho!
Of course, anyone who doesn't drink wouldn't care a whit about any of that. But I imagine there has been many a parched soul who wasn't expecting this peculiar aspect of southern hospitality upon entering the first few trail towns down there.