Steps in a satchel? Escalator in some luggage?

Burn a twig easily But a log, that's silly In your bag, where it is A big power, So tiny

People use me to make tea. Others use me for a drum. If you add a bell to me you can get some muscle gain.

I ride upon your back all day and carry all your gear, I zip up tight to keep things safe on trails both far and near, I hold your lunch your map your coat wherever you may roam and bring your whole adventure back the moment you come home. What am I

I spend my life being kicked, yet I never cry or complain. I fly through the air, but I have no wings. I have eleven players trying to catch me, but only to send me away again. I bring thousands to their feet in cheers.