…which I love, by the way, with a warmth of affection only matched by the propane heater in my bedroom…
There were some lingering issues.

Like what to do with all that firewood. Fortunately I still have neighbors who heat with wood, and one of them came and filled his pickup as full as we could fill it to get it off my hands. He’ll (probably) come back at some point to take the rest off my hands. Which will leave me with the question of what to do with the woodshed, but that doesn’t really class as a problem.
What DID class as a problem is where to take the old woodstove, and how to get it there. That sucker’s heavy. Even stripped down I could get it out of the cabin by myself but I couldn’t lift it high enough to get it into the Jeep. Happily, the aforementioned neighbor came to get firewood and between the two of us it was easy.
I took it to Ian’s Cave…

My friend Ian has many fine qualities. He’s brilliant and talented and obsessively hard working when the project interests him and he likes guns but he’s not a civil engineer. He had this idea, back when we built his place in 2009, that little or no winter heating would be required. He was – not as right as he usually is about that. We did retrofit it with Landlady’s cast-off woodstove (which worked just fine in her cabin, though it was too small) and found that we couldn’t get it to sustain a fire at all. Too little firebox, too much stovepipe, not enough draft. And it’s been that way ever since. But I needed a place to put my larger and still perfectly good woodstove, so…

…Now it’s got a home. So a (very) few things are getting done.
















































Brilliant! Now, to find a home for the smaller wood stove.
Is it just me? For a guy who is normally obsessive about keeping a plan B, you seem to be moving remarkably fast in regard to heating your Lair.