Hi-dilly-ho, neighborinos! I hope you’ve had a diddly doodly great weekend. (Channeling my inner Ned Flanders there.)
As you probably know, because it’s all I’ve been able to talk about lately, we are wrapping up a big kitchen-turned-half-the-house renovation. One of the upgrades we did was install a big ol’ propane tank on our property so that we could bring in a gas range instead of the electric one we used to have.
I should seriously start a series about the differences between living in the suburbs vs living in the country. I feel like the Beverly Hillbillies out here, but in reverse. We are serious ‘burbs people, and watching us fumble our way through country life has been interesting to say the least. Installing a propane tank falls squarely into this category.
I didn’t really know what to expect, all I knew is that I wanted a gas range, and the fine folks at the propane company down the street told me they could hook me up. I blogged about Phase 1 here, so if you want to start from the very beginning go read that post first.
There is no way I’d ever DIY this myself because, hello, propane tanks can EXPLODE. If it involves gas, I’m calling the pros.
They initially installed all the pipe inside the house, but didn’t finish the work until the renovation was complete and the range was ready to be hooked up. FINALLY it was time to get the blasted kitchen put back together and get the range installed.
They started by digging a huge trench with a trench winch. I need to rent one of these. I’m not sure why I need to rent one, but I swear I will find a reason to dig a trench. They wouldn’t let me try theirs out. Just kidding, I didn’t ask. I’m not that annoying. I just watched and drooled and took pictures. It does look hella fun though, doesn’t it?! No? Just me? Never mind then.
The trench was dug to bury all the copper tubing that takes the gas from the tank into the house.
Here’s the tubing they used. They also put some metal tape that looked like that “Do Not Cross Police Tape” into the ditch with the pipe. I asked why and they said so metal detectors can locate the pipe in the future so we don’t accidentally cut into it. Smart. I would have never even thought of that. I guess the tubing they used doesn’t respond to a metal detecter? Well, whatever, I really don’t even care enough to google that right now, so ya, they laid metal tubing and metal tape into the hole.
They attached the metal tubing to this flexible tubing running up the side of the house into the attic.
That flex tubing running up the side of the house goes into the attic, then drops down the wall and comes out where the range goes. The on/off valve is tucked away behind the right cabinet. You can see a little white knob pocking out of the sheetrock in the bottom right section of wall. That is the gas line. We left the electric line as well, but shut the breaker off permanently. It seemed pointless to take it out. The regular plug outlet was added to plug the range in for the digital panel.
Once the trench was done they backed their truck up and plopped the empty tank into place. I may have considered hugging my new tank. That’s how excited I was to be getting a gas range. I really hated that electric one. Sorry to all you electric folks, but I seriously love cooking with gas.
We also had them run an extra line outside to the back of our house for our barbecue grill! We will never have to refill those little propane tanks ever again.
That line comes out right at our back deck, and our grill just hooks right into it. There’s an on/off valve there as well so we have to turn the gas on at the valve, then turn the grill on.
Oh, and as for our new range? We went with this little GE number:
It’s a GE Profile slide-in range with a double oven. I’m compiling a post right now that goes into more detail about what appliances we purchased and why, so sit tight. But as you can see, it is a gas range. It came prepped for natural gas, so in addition to all the other work the propane company did, they also had to install this beast for us (without scratching our floors! a feat in itself because this beast was freaking heavy) and they had to spend like an hour or more converting it to propane.
Who would have thought you’d ever be learning about propane while reading House of Hepworths? We are officially country people now. Oops, gotta run. Time to go out back and start burning a huge pile of brush. Country people love to burn brush!