This is not a pretty picture, but the stove sure is nice! I remember camping in the high Rockies as a child, on our friends’ (the Rumseys) homestead outside of Crested Butte. An old miner’s dirt-floor cabin with a picture window overlooking one of the most beautiful mountain scenes imaginable, was our gathering spot. Each of the two families that camped on the site had tepees that we had made, and that is where we slept, or where we retreated when we wanted privacy. In the cabin was an old wood-burning stove. The summer we chose to live on that property was filled with adventure and exploration. Cooking was a challenge however, and I learned how our ancestors had cooked long before the advent of the gas or electric stove: gathering wood, coal, keeping the embers hot, stoking the fire, etc. There were no oven gauges or thermometers to let us know the temperature in the oven. It was all guess-work to those of us inexperienced in the art of cooking on a wood stove. Despite our lack of experience however, we did not starve, and in fact were able to put together some delicious meals (more by accident than by design.) At any rate, all of this to say that despite the adventure of rugged camping in the high Rockiesl, I am extremely grateful for my gas stove in our little apartment.