That's what the pack is for...
Last spring, I was doing a little "training" hike up flattop, just fucking around really. The last section was still snowed in, and not many people had slushed their way through it. Got to the top, and it was raining a little bit, and its twilight like we get a lot of that time of the year. About a minute goes by and a guy walks up in jeans and a sweatshirt and sneakers, jeans soaked up above the knee. He says "You got any beer? I could really go for a beer right now".
What can you do but laugh? Of course I have beer... so I popped the pack off and we had a silver bullet or two while I got his life story. He was a couple cans short of a case, but seemed to be a nice enough guy.