See that photo? Know what it is? It’s the sweet sight of success. That, ladies and gentlemen, is my first woodstove fire, viewed through a removable cook lid. My woodstove is installed, up to code, double-wall insulated, and fired up. And the chimney doesn’t even drip.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m coming at you from my rocking chair, with a fire in the wood stove next to me.
Sure, I cut my hand on a piece of stainless steel, and I spent two days on an icy roof. And I think I might have acquired arthritis. But it’s done, and it works.
Very interesting getting to know the personality of my stove. Each behaves a little differently, especially when it comes to starting fires and how much air it likes. After just a day of fussing with mine, I’m getting used to it. I’ll be looking for a chart that tells me what-kind-of-wood-burns-how.
The horrific stink from the fumes and firing it up the first time were pretty awful, but that will go away. No more propane in the little sheddycabin. We figured it would be costing about $90 a month in propane to heat this extra “luxury” building. Not any more. Wood is cheap-to-free around my parts (if you know people), and a friend has a garage full I can just have.
And now, warmed by wood, I can set to working finishing off the cabin and making it pretty. Awesome.
You have a great day too.