It seems that God himself wanted me to celebrate the Fourth.
I'd been camping in a national forest for about ten days, and, having nothing better to do for the night, decided to go for a short walk before dinner. Less than a quarter mile from my campsite, parallel to a low-use gravel road, I happened to look down and notice that, amongst the ubiquitous mass of roadside litter, one of the beer cans appeared to be unopened. Intrigued, I picked it up, to find that it was indeed full and had maintained pressure. Being relatively used to consuming food and drink of questionable origin, I decided to carry it with me to attempt to drink back at camp.
Not two steps later, I noticed another can. Then, I saw another. Looking around, I spotted a good number of identical, unopened cans. The whole situation was so unexpected, I stopped to perform reality checks in order to confirm that I was, in fact, awake.
Having no means to carry so many back to camp, I collected four, then returned a few minutes later with a bag. I also brought with me a camera, since this certainly constituted one of my more unusual experiences and I felt the need to document this bizarre Easter egg hunt.
Yes, I did drink them. No, I did not get sick.
I realize this is kind of a bizarre response to such a thread, but it is how I ended up spending the Fourth.