I used to think the right hiking bag would solve everything—blisters, backaches, even the feeling of being out of place on a trail full of strangers. I bought the one with the best reviews, the most pockets, the promise of comfort. Halfway up a muddy ridge in Taiwan, straps digging into my shoulders, I realized: it wasn’t about the bag. It was about how much I carried, and why I thought I needed it all. The bag was just a mirror for my own overpacking—of gear, expectations, worries. Now, I pack less. I still get it wrong sometimes. But at least I know it’s not the bag’s fault. #Travel #TravelMistakes # #PackingRegrets