Ill never forget this day, the day of Dumpster Beer. It was my first thru hike, I was about three weeks into my journey along the Appalachian Trail, it was the day I went into Hot Springs, NC. My plans for Hot Springs was a quick resupply of essentials then back to the trail, but "no plan survives first contact with the enemy." I quickly learned an active forest fire had the next 15 miles of trail closed and rangers weren't allowing hikers to continue for their own safety. Many opted to find a way around the fire and many other decided to hang around Hot Springs till the fires burned out. This artificial roadblock quickly developed a bubble of hikers and the tiny town was overrun, every hotel, hostel, and motel was full. There were hikers in bushes, behind stores, basically everywhere and anywhere they could find to pitch a tent. Legend has it that a local shop was cleaning out its old inventory and the beer may have been expired but nobody knows or cared at the time. Some brave, curious soul was probably looking for dinner and discovered this dumpster full of cold beer... the rest was history. Word traveled fast and riot-like conditions ensued, the store owners tried to disperse the mob of stinky people with short shorts by the dumpster to lock it up but they didn't stand a chance. They did what they could but the one thing hikers like more then honey buns is cold beer.