It was very cold a few nights ago. They said the wind was supposed to be over 40 mph. I think it was, because as I was making my way across the backyard, I was forced to lean forward like they do in the movies or on TV. You know, when someone’s trying to battle the wind.
For some weird reason, I thought it would be a good idea if we ran to the gas station on Saturday to pick up some gas. I have two 5 gallon gas containers and one 1 gallon. The power blipped off and on Friday night, which (I suppose) reminded me that we had zero gas for the generator. If the power went out for a long time, I would be sitting in a very cold house, thinking of my generator, sitting in the garage. That’s not a good thought, especially when my generator is as awesome as it is.
So we ran out to Madison, Maine, filled up the car and filled up the containers. Like I said, this was Saturday. Then, on Sunday, the wind started. The temperature dropped and things got crazy. The house creaked and cracked and the gusts came through and finally, things went black. We first noticed that the pellet stove was no longer making noise. The fans keep the heat circulating around the room and when Laura and I realized we were sitting in silence, I said, “Is that the power?”
Since one never knows if things like this are going to last a minute or an hour, we kind of just continued sitting and talking. A short time later, I got up and admitted to myself that this one was going to go the duration. I pulled out the generator, patted myself on the back for going out and getting all that gas a day earlier and started things up. I made the connections to the pellet stove and started to heat the house back up. It’s not like it was freezing yet or anything, but houses do tend to take a while to get warm in cold like this.
A few hours later, we started to get hungry. I came up with the wonderful idea of pulling out the brand new camping stove I bought a few years ago, but never used. If you weren’t aware, I was on a camping kick way back when and have a few items that are now sitting in bins having never seen the light of day. But at the moment we were sitting around listening to our stomachs growl, I thought it would be mighty clever to give the stove an initial burn. And boy was I impressed. Those camping stoves work very well. I have the GasOne (ultra) Portable Stove. We made eggs, grilled cheese and then later on, pasta and sauce. I’m not sure how much gas I used, but it doesn’t seem like much. I can still shake the can around and hear sloshing in there.
A lot came in handy Sunday night. Our oil lamps made the atmosphere cozy. All Laura’s candles added some ambiance to an otherwise dark and dreary night. The pellet stove hummed along like a champ, the portable stove made me wonder I ever spent so much money operating a real stove and all the extension cords I bought after hurricane Irene gave me the peace of mind I needed living out here in the middle of the woods in Maine.
Here’s our pellet stove with two oil lamps sitting on top. Don’t worry, the exterior of the pellet stove only gets up to about 100 degrees. I’m sure there little threat there.
We’ve been using tea lights for years. They are great because you can buy bags of them for a relatively small amount of money when compared to larger candles.
This is my GasOne Portable Stove. What a find with this one. My 12 containers of fuel will come in extra handy for extended periods.
I grabbed this picture after we heard a truck drive up the road. It was going slowly and was shining a big spotlight into the trees. I think the guys were looking for trees on wires. A few hours after they left, the power came back on (2am).