Oh so many moons ago, this airman was sequestered to northern Alaska, on the side of a mountain, in not much more than a portable meat locker. Quietly keeping tabs on Ivan and other ne'er-do-wells, 'feasting' on LRPs, counting the days until the return of the Jolly Green, and listening to the low rumble of the Yukon stove as it sipped JP-4. Ahh, those were the days. Ok, actually, they pretty much sucked, but how I appreciated that Yukon stove when it was -40 on the other side of the wall!
So many moons later, I'm passing through eastern Idaho and stop at a surplus store. Dozens of Yukon stoves on the shelf! Everything there...stove pipes, liquid fuel burner, jerry can adapter, tool kit, and the TM. There was even some oil-saturated tinder (newspaper) stuffed in the draft diverter. Do I have a use for one? No. Does that matter? No. I load one in the work truck. I drive around with it for a couple of years until I finally have a chance to drop it off at my secret desert location. There it sits for a few more years. Then, little sister calls with trouble on the home front. Between power outages and furnace failures, she's desperate for an emergency heating solution. RangerBob and his trusty Yukon stove to the rescue.
So many moons later, I'm passing through eastern Idaho and stop at a surplus store. Dozens of Yukon stoves on the shelf! Everything there...stove pipes, liquid fuel burner, jerry can adapter, tool kit, and the TM. There was even some oil-saturated tinder (newspaper) stuffed in the draft diverter. Do I have a use for one? No. Does that matter? No. I load one in the work truck. I drive around with it for a couple of years until I finally have a chance to drop it off at my secret desert location. There it sits for a few more years. Then, little sister calls with trouble on the home front. Between power outages and furnace failures, she's desperate for an emergency heating solution. RangerBob and his trusty Yukon stove to the rescue.
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