On Halloween my father backed our newly purchased Airstream into the fenced slot that it sits in as I write this from the bunk. He helped us hook everything up and took a look at that possibly working furnace. The blower worked great and there was definitely propane going to it, however it wouldn't light. Crap, what do we do now? So he took apart the furnace and found that it was the "sparker" as he called it. We were able to find a place that could order the part and waited patiently hoping that once in place, the "sparker" would fix the problem. A week later and a furnace sitting on the picnic table later, he and I put the furnace back in place and fired her up. I'm not a religious person but I did contemplate a prayer to whomever is in charge of making furnaces work.
First the blower kicked on, great we knew that worked, and then click, click, click... success. The smell of burning lint never smelled so sweet. We had a furnace, we were good to go, almost.
So we had the furnace and the fridge running off of propane, by the way that's a lot of propane, but we made it work. We still didn't have a working hot water heater, but our RV park had a really nice shower house with heated floors and good hot showers. No harm no foul, who cares, we were out of the tent camper and warm at night, with the help of an electric oil heater or two.
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