We walk the path less traveled, the wind in our hair and the sand warm beneath our 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 while ministering in the area, and most of the other homes on the Rez, 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.