The journey to life on the mountain just evolved as Tom and I evolved, married and wanted a place that was "Ours"....No Landlord..condo association or town home rules... And the all important element of water. And to be honest after Sandy and living at the mouth of NY Bay and the Hudson River we wanted to be far away from the Jersey shore.
We now have a house in the valley, a hot tub and Cozy Lake..and a dog who is kind of like an annoying landlord. Yes we may have bitten off more than we can chew with Champ - Augie - Kudjo. The 70 pound baby in the house with aggression issues who's saving grace is he is a good watch dog that is goofy like Scooby Doo when not being anti-social.
We have to mow lawns, stack, chop and burn wood. Dodge bears, scare turkey, pick up possums with shovels while they play possum.. and shovel too much snow..But we have gardens on the way, bird feeders in the yard and a peaceful oasis that is a work in progress.
I have to admit that like most I had these romantic visions of sitting by the fire on a cold winter night all relaxed and toasty warm. Well once you get the fire going YES you do get toasty warm...really it can get hot as balls lol..I have learned our house has a real design flaw and that is The Wall that separates the living room and our offices as well as the bedroom upstairs from the kitchen. The rest of the house is nice and warm and the kitchen becomes the Arctic zone...the pipes almost froze in the laundry room this week the kitchen is so cold. I see no solution to this problem so we will learn to live with the situation.
So back to burning wood. It is WORK...hard dirty work. Stacking wood, chopping wood, then chopping wood some more for kindling. hauling the wood inside and having piles tucked away in the corners, Cleaning the ash from the previous days fire from the belly of the beast.
Starting a fire is no easy task and can take up a good hour of your time to get the fire hot enough to really start a burn. And once that happens you then have to continually feed this monster more wood to keep the fire going, and every time you open the door on the stove to feed the logs to this burning beast the smoke tries to escape to smoke the hell out of the house. it is a vicious cycle.
I have found a new respect for the people of the past who did not have forced air heat as an alternative to burning wood. I could not imagine having to cook using a wood burning stove or a fireplace as they did for centuries. I will never complain about my electric stove again.