Big twig: Frankie is from Northern inland New York—read, way,way,way colder than anything that you and I are likely to get into in Northern NM/CO, and for a much longer duration.
Chris Sparks was the name of the very good Texan gentleman that I had the pleasure of working for that year. He was a super good man, but not what you would call the hardest worker in the whole world. I cannot remember the parameters of that fire box, but it was a beast. He had to hoist (The boiler was located in a bit of an outhouse— Funny that you should’ve said 300 feet away,—for, I wanna say that that was about how far his outhouse was away from his house. Unless it was more like 200 feet. Anyways... he had absolutely no problem heating his house that way… The hardest part was physically hoisting the individual chunks over the threshold of the boiler, which (but why was it not just made flush to the ground? “Safety”??) was probably 18 inches high. I guess that WOULD tend to reck a guy’s winter, if he had one too many, and stumbles into his own underground wood boiler. One shudders to think about the possibility of one’s own eternal destiny.
Frankie: Thank you so much for the very in-depth info... I will be pouring over that presently, and then I will probably stumble out into the workshop. Back to work tomorrow, so, other things being equal, I should have a fair shot at the grinder, for the other two chains, but we’ll see. All in Good time, but I promise I won’t lag.