Last week my son Sergei turned 24. Earlier that week we asked him if there was anything special he wanted for his birthday. He told us he wanted a bed. As you
probably have read in our books, since hiking the Pacific Crest Trail in 1998, we have enjoyed sleeping on hard surfaces. Now, Sergei said, he wanted to sleep
“as normal people do,” and had even saved some money for it.
We went to the furniture store and asked for the firmest mattress available. The store manager offered us a “buy-one-get-one-half-price” deal. We ended up
buying a second bed for Valya.
When night came, Sergei and Valya were excited to go to sleep in their new beds, which looked comfortable and inviting.
The next morning I woke up to find my children actively wrapping up their new mattresses and stuffing them back into the van. Curious, I asked, “How did you
Sergei said, “I slept great the last two hours of the night on the floor, next to my bed”
Looking rather tired, her hair in disarray, Valya added, “I also tried very hard to fall asleep on that damn mattress.”
“So, what now?” I asked
“I am taking the mattresses back to the store. I have another idea…” Sergei replied.
A couple of hours later, Sergei went to the hardware store where he spent $108 for plywood and other materials. He went to work, building Valya and himself