We named her 'Any', because Any is enough.

Any had a woodstove that worked superbly, and if properly stoked, would literally glow with heat. I remember my second son scampering about one morning clad in nothing but a diaper shortly after we given a 50% paper interest in a 2 acre parcel of raw forest near Pacific City, Oregon, and blithely scooting past the stove glowing dully red with incredible heat.

That also was a moment of terror, and within minutes there was a barrier, and two days later a propane heater (safe for use inside) that I paid off with labor at an RV repair place.

It would be difficult to describe all the mistakes I made, or how valuable those mistakes were, because that is how I learned not to do those things.

Edit: boy, trying to grammar before the coffee is also a mistake XD