Took four years, but…

I finally decided to just go ahead and do the propane line right.

Went half the winter thinking my oven was broke. After much fiddling around it turned out to be a deteriorated hose.

I originally connected the oven to a portable propane bottle by cobbling together whatever I found lying around Landlady’s barn. It involved an assortment of hoses, connectors and adapters of various vintages and levels of hilarious wrongness, but it worked. Until it stopped working.

I got it about half-uncobbled a couple of weeks ago, and finally decided I really ought to just go ahead and do it right while I was thinking about it. So now there’s an actual black-iron pipe through the wall with an actual shut-off valve inside (which is kind of pointless given that it’s still connected to a portable bottle with a perfectly good shut-off valve much easier to get to, but it’s closer to code) and not a single rubber hose anywhere. Lots of little parts left over from the original kludge.

Now all I need to do is replace the skirting and the platform for the bottles, make a hood for the new two-stage regulator, fill that big hole in the wall with expanding foam, straighten up the devastation and fly right…