By “we”, I mean Bob and I…Karl would be happy if the thing stayed stone cold and the heat off… I didn’t always appreciate a woodstove. When I as a young teen, my dad decided to put a woodstove in our basement to provide supplemental heat. Being a mechanical engineer, the project was exhaustingly researched, the stove acquired and installed and then the fun began – getting wood. It was fun the first few times…

After spending 13 years in sunny California, when I moved to Montana and back to a four season climate, one of the things that I wanted was a woodstove in my house. All my houses have had woodstoves or converted fireplaces. And even though it is messy and work getting wood – I don’t cut, but I do split, stack and move it around – I do love both the heat and cheeriness of a woodstove going.

In this house, the stove is a Vermont Castings Vigilante, circa 1977.

It is fairly small but in this little house, I have to be careful I don’t get it running too hot. All stoves have their idiosyncracies and outside/inside temp affect how they will burn. The first year, the first time I closed it up to burn hot through the night, I woke sweating -the entire house over 80 degrees. I have since learned how to (mostly) manage it to keep it comfortable, but occasionally it gets away from me…

When the cat is “sunning” himself in front of the woodstove, particularly when it is from a distance on the ottoman, it is a good sign that maybe it is time to let the fire die back a bit…

Karl prefers the coldest spot in the house, right in front of the slider with all that nice frigid air seeping in.

Bob and I, we love our woodstove.