It’s day four without a working furnace.But it’s not all gloom — we’ve got layers, barn heaters, and just enough stubbornness to keep going. We started this morning bundled up like marshmallows, half-laughing and half-freezing as we tried to figure out whether the floor was 16°C or our toes just gave up trying to feel.Turns […]

It’s Saturday — at least, I think it is.Time starts to blur when you’re pacing between a flickering furnace and a snowstorm that won’t quit. Last night, the temperature outside dropped to -22°C. Inside our camper? Not much better. The furnace — that finicky, fragile lifeline — gave us about five minutes of heat before

It was 4am, and the cold woke us before the light did.The kind of cold that doesn’t knock — it barges in and takes the air with it. The furnace was silent. No warning, no final groan — just… off. And with that silence, the temperature inside the camper plummeted. We didn’t know what was