My backpack is loaded.
I’m the guy on the trip who’s got a binder-clip or single straw with a deck of cards and zip-ties.
You could find rubber bands/gloves, a blade or two and even a spare stake in my pack. Several pens plus a minimum of one headlamp. You want a hair tie–> bald guy coming at you with five asking what color you like.
First aid kit obviously, but everyone has one of those. I’m talking about helping someone in desperate need with a golf ball, glowstick or drumstick sized piece of driftwood. I don’t even golf or rave or drum but I’ve got ’em.
I’m almost certain there is a forever stamp in my bag and I’m positive there’s a wristband. Reader glasses and a pack of gum and various rocks from various missions. Sharp stuff, chewy stuff, fun stuff and memory stuff.
I’m prepared in an orderly and possibly misguided way. Often I don’t use most of the stuff I bring, but I’ve saved people with a bandana or portable speaker. Saved myself way back with an actual map and compass. Body Slide in the side pouch has made a difference.
In my backpack are spare sunglasses and two types of gloves. I’ve got a matchbook from a place I’ve never been.
Oh you got your socks wet? Here’s some more. That charger you desire–> good chance I got it. Reach in and grab the sticker or snack you need.
There are a lot of things I don’t have figured out or properly packed up. But my bag is not one of them. I’m transitioning to a new one after 2+ decades but they both do their job and are ready to give what is in them. One has touched White Desert sand, and the other Cascade snow. Like I said, loaded.
That mini-football you covet and those plyers you need. Screw driver set, a mouth harp and batteries.
Sharpies? Yep. Pre-prepaired.
Water or Gatorade Zero? In there too. Open the zippers. I’m hydrating fools. With my backpack.

