Hm.

It strikes me that some people enjoy packing more than they do the trip.
As if without the tangible proof that they've had to pack something, there is no evidence that they've enjoyed the trip. They might as well not have gone at all.
I think this is the reason I'll never get along well with 'outdoorsy' types. Gone are the days of John Muir-style backpacking; now it's all about what material your cookware is made of and how small your sleeping bag will get. I read on a website that a good way to reduce weight is to drill holes in your toothbrush.
And see, I'll never understand this.
Why would you take the time to do that, when there's an infinity of wilderness out there yelling at you to drop everything and go explore? The point of enjoying the outdoors is to enjoy the outdoors, not the accessories.
The same holds true for almost anything. Take Warhammer 40k--a giant board-game, for those of you who don't know--as an example: in order to play the game, you've got to purchase, assemble, and paint around $400 worth of models made of plastic and pewter, then buy another $25-$50 worth of rulebooks.
This baffles me. Isn't the point of the game supposed to be playing the game? Regardless of the figurines you have, the game is still playable. It can even be fun. Heavens.
There is a point at which you should step back and re-assess why you've gotten into your hobby in the first place. Is it because the thought of a collapsible titanium spork gets you going? Or that dropping a month's paycheck on a box of flimsy plastic men is a thrill?
Or is it that you really enjoy the things you do?