I walk the path less traveled, the wind in my hair and the sand warm
beneath my feet. Sage brush covers the land and Navajo Tea grows all
over. The majestic rocks come out from the sands, and the mesas glow in the setting suns.
Out
here at the trailer in Kayenta we stay at, and most of the other homes,
Coal/Wood Stoves are the norm. I grew up with Daddy using the wood
burner in the basement, but he never taught me out to run it. Rob grew
up having used a coal stove as a teen. It has been hard but fun
relearning the old art of keeping a stove running through the night, but
we are getting there.
I
always as a child told my parents that most likely I would be living
where I needed to have a wood/coal stove. I use to pretend to gather
wood. I never guessed how hard it would really be. To make sure the
wood pile stays dry, and how painful it can be to carry a big pile
inside in my arms. The worst was when I got a blast of coal smoke in
the face when we had to adjust the coals, and learned some were still
hot. Good fire place tools would be such a blessing to both Robby and me
right now.
