“You want to pay a throusand dollars for a custom-cut, roll-up traveling mattress? Really?”
“Yes. We’re not getting any younger. If we’re gonna disappear for weeks at a time into the wild unknown, I want to at least have a good night’s sleep.”
“Okay. But a thousand dollars? For a small mattress? Is is climate-controlled and does it make breakfast for us?”
“Haha. It’s got some kind of NASA-level material padding, which means it will support our body weight. Which means we wake up every morning feeling good and ready to hike another part of the Continental Divide or Appalachian Trail or Pacific Rim or whatever.”
He sighs. And I know I’ve won the battle. After all, we’ll be sleeping in our rusted but realiable Chevy Avalanche, saving money on hotels and Airbnbs, so it’s reasonable to splurge on a decent mattress.
And one year later, we’re sleeping better on that mattress than we do on the one in our home.