[tangentially related beer story]
Labor Day weekend many years ago, I was doing the segment of the PCT from Chinook to White with a buddy. At the end of the first day's hiking, we settled down at our campsite for the night. After dinner, I was thinking how fitting it would be to cap off the day with some libations. Went something like this...
Me: "Man, it sure would be nice to have a beer right now."
Phil: "Well, now that you mention it, there's some in the bottom of your pack."
Me: "WTF?? You stashed beer in there? When'ja do that?"
Phil: "During the car swap. Quite simple really."
Me: "Bastard! You're telling me I've been lugging this fuq'n 6-pack all day?"
Phil: "Yeah, but I figured you wouldn't mind because it doesn't weigh much. It's Lite beer, ya know..."
[/tangentially related beer story]