Packing efficiently is an art that all traveling teens should master early. With some thoughtful planning and a bit of parental supervision, young adults will find their journeys — whether it’s with family, friends or solo — more liberating if they concentrate on essential items, eliminate clutter and fine-tune their organizational skills.

Of course, packing can be a challenge for even veteran globetrotters, so establishing good habits early will help teens feel more confident and travel savvy as they begin to spread their wings and travel independently.

Certainly, apparel (and luggage choice) will depend on the destination, the type of trip, climate and mode of transportation. But, whether it’s that first school trip to Europe, a summer sleep-away camp or a family beach vacation, there are certain products that will help alleviate unnecessary stress and challenges for young travelers.

Here are 10 essential items

Art institutions in the United States are increasing looking to Native American communities to organize public showings, or exhibitions, of ancestral art and artifacts.

Native American voices and artistry are at the center of one new traveling exhibition. Grounded in Clay opened on July 31 at the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture in Santa Fe. It travels next year to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, before taking more stops at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston and the Saint Louis Art Museum.

Grounded in Clay explores pottery from the Pueblo Indian area of ​​the American Southwest.

In Pueblo pottery traditions, artists use their hands to form clay into many shapes and sizes. Then they fire it inside a very hot stove called a kiln. The process permanently hardens the clay.

60 Native American artists, museum professionals, storytellers and political leaders worked together to develop

I could probably list every job I had since college if I was pressed to do so, although I mostly remember them in episodic moments, and not especially well at that. There are by now a couple of impacted decades of memories to go through—whole years of variously grim lunches and emptied-out hungover commutes and different rote tasks carried out in windowless rooms on sunny days—broken up periodically by periods of unemployment in which I wrote exceedingly mannered short stories and watched horror movies in the afternoon. I could tell you about many of those lunches and commutes and tasks, but I couldn’t really say—could never, really, have said—how or why I wound up at one job or another. That wasn’t really how my life went, in work or most anywhere else, for most of that time. I floated along until I snagged on to something, and stayed stuck there