If you’ve been following our tribulations, you’ll know that the sighting of a wood-stove on our property is a good thing.
Yes, the long-awaited for wood-stove has arrived!
Once we received the call that our wood-stove had arrived at the dealership, we immediately dropped everything and drove to pick it up. It was almost a three-hour drive each way, but we were bopping and shrieking with glee the entire time. “Blaze King, Blaze King!“, we chanted for three hours–there and back.
At the store, Cameron and three other burly gentleman heaved our stove, the Blaze King Princess, into our trailer. And so we drove it home.
I wasn’t exactly sure how we were going to get the stove out of the trailer and into the house without the three other burly gentlemen. But I decided not to worry about that. Stage one was simply to get the stove on our property. We’d waited a long time for this moment, so I was happy to settle for stage one.
Soon enough, we were tackling stage two: getting the stove from the trailer, up the two-foot non-step step, and into the living room.
In true Cameron optimistic fashion, he figured that if we could move it an inch, we could move it all the way in. And we did!
Our tactic: Move the stove an inch. Stop. Re-evaluate.
Although it took a couple of hours, we moved it inside safely–without any damage to stoves or people.
Once in the living room, we tipped the stove on its side and attached the legs.
Um, here I am in the aforementioned crazy cat lady hat. It really is a nice hat, but it obviously doesn’t work with this outfit either.
Do not be alarmed. The little stove-booties were temporary.
Look, here’s our first fire!
Please join us in a collective sigh of relief.
PS: Here’s a “six-months later” update about our firewood consumption.