We got our backpacks because some guy died. Dad bought a sailboat from the widow, and she threw in these ugly, uncomfortable, faded orange backpacks, mainly to get rid of them.
One time, Dad took Spencer and me out backpacking on the Appalachian Trail, with our ugly, uncomfortable, faded orange backpacks. We came across a man who was wearing a hiking vest with oodles of pockets, he was drinking out of a CamelBak, and he was using two trekking poles. After we got out of earshot, I said, "That guy sure likes hiking." Dad said, "He likes buying stuff."