Tuesday, May 13, 2014

we forage and we fail

It may look cozy enough, but the thermostat only read 4 degrees C when we got there. We have always joked that it's a meat locker inside the lake place whenever we arrive but, until this trip, that arrival has always happened in the summer. There would be no opening the windows to warm up the place this time, not with the lake still frozen over. 

It took a few days for us to get the furnace running properly, so the wood stove was really put through its paces, much to the secret delight of the Spousal Unit. In fact, he spent the first night on the couch in front of the wood stove. I braved the decidedly chillier confines of a real bedroom, albeit with every available blanket piled on top of me.

Not only did the hardest working wood stove on the prairies keep us toasty during a very unspringlike May, but we even used it as an actual cooking stove. After buying an enamel coffee pot at the local hardware store, we had a steady source of free hot water, and one night we even fried mushrooms on top of the stove. Let it never be said that we did not channel our inner Laura Ingalls Wilder on this trip.

4 comments:

SkylersDad said...

I really love a wood fire, we had them all the time growing up in the mountains.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You and the Spousal Unit are of one mind on the joys of a wood fire, Chris. I suspect it is largely a guy thing.

John Mutford said...

Not me. I'm more of a propane man myself.

Nah, no self-respecting man ever says that. It's gotta be wood.

John Swanson

Barbara Bruederlin said...

And the bigger the mustache, the more wood required, John.