My mom was a great hiker, although she didn't follow the "rules" about fanny packs, shoes, and such but hiked with a bit of giddy abandon.
She liked to hike and rock climb barefoot, as she had when she was a child, so often only carried a pair of slip on shoes in case the trail became a bit muddy.
If we carried anything to eat, it was an apple.
When we came across water, she was the first one to get wet and encourage me to do the same.
If she saw an animal, we all crouched down to watch it.
I passed the hiking gene on to my daughter and she takes the same pleasure from hiking no matter where she is. Some of her best hiking memories are of Spain, Ukraine, Russia, and other locations she has visited.
Those memories (and photos, too) beat the heck out of hauling tourist junk home!