Funny story. When Tres and I got back from a day trip down to Ontario, OR (for work) on Tuesday, the stove was no longer running. Upon closer inspection, lack of fuel was not the issue. Ok, not so much funny as surprising and then decidedly unfortunate. The stove was mysteriously broken, conveniently, right as we started our first cycle of freezing weather in over a month. Whoopee. Poor Tres spent a good hour taking the stove apart and running through all of the potential troubleshooting steps, to determine that we likely had a broken auger motor (the thing that spins the auger, basically a big drill, which lets down the pellets into the stove). At that point, it was too late to do anything but cover the bed in extra blankets, bundle ourselves up, and hunker down for the night (not surprisingly, the cats were suddenly very interested in snuggling).
In the morning, we awoke to our breath frosting and spent a chilly day waiting to hear back from the stove store. It's a sad day when the warmest enclosed space around is your portable toilet. Mercifully, the stove store had the part we needed in stock, so once the proprietor got back from her appointment and straightened things out with the warranty people, we were the proud owners of a new auger motor. Tres reversed his earlier handiwork and we had a fire going again that evening. Chalk it all up to another adventure in shop living.
happy to have a fire again
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