I've been cutting maple firewood{ and spruce/ fir logs and some 4' pulp when they were buying it)since around 1980. From my Fisher Mama Bear in the living room, the Thermopride ductwork wood Furnace, in the cellar, and 12 years ago I thought I had the holy grail: the Woodmaster outdoor boiler: chimney fires no longer a worry, ashes and bark dirt no longer a threat to domestic tranquility, thermostatic equality and able to sleep the night at -20 F (and worse) and youth hockey games 80 miles away... return to warm house. I guess the world wants me to move on. But I guess I still don't accept what the universe is telling me. Time for repairs, or time for a new boiler. Time will tell. The kitchen Glenwood is a comforting backup meanwhile.
The thing with an outdoor boiler: when there's a problem you can't see where it's bothering, what with sheet metal, insulation, electronics, unpleasant working conditions and threatening sub zero weather. Can I go back 40 years? The Mama Bear!
No wait! the Mama bear threatened chimney fires!! What to do? To the dark side??? Oil burner???
Sorry for the rant, simonmeridew