The Fluffy Ridge

I bounded right off the polished armrest straight into a fresh stack of warm cotton towels! The plush terry weave sank under my boots like a soft foam mattress. Talk about indoor luxury! No sticky pine pitch, no river mist—just clean, warm fabric ridges. I dropped down onto the soft crest, hooking my hands against the folded hem to test the bounce. When I dug my heels into the fleece layer, it cushioned my weight without shifting an inch. I gave the top fold two firm pats and kicked my boots out. Base camp rest is officially at maximum comfort!