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I guess there comes a point where you realize that there are things we can't do anymore.
if you notice in the image below that the main roof is a 12 pitch i.e. for every 12 inches of horizontal there is 12 inches of rise. That means the roof is at a 45 degree angle.
SOOO I need to re-install the ice dam heater cable and need to run it up along either side of those dormers on the 3rd floor. Being a walk out basement puts it about 30 ft off of the ground.
I have been on that roof in the past but just can't get myself to do it anymore.
I'm not terribly afraid of heights but the roof is 20 years old and the gravel doesn't seem to be sticking as well as it used too. Stupid knee doesn't help either.
maybe I'm just more of a wuss, maybe I've gotten smarter.
and it is an old photo, we don't have snow just yet.
With age comes wisdom. I know a couple old fools who didn't get it and are much the worse for it. Accept the fact you are no longer 30 and get out the check book.
With age comes wisdom. I know a couple old fools who didn't get it and are much the worse for it. Accept the fact you are no longer 30 and get out the check book.
The price you pay, may be cheaper than the price you might pay, if you attempt the job yourself.
I can relate. We also have a 12/12 roof with gutters on the high part of our house that are twenty-two feet off the ground and the peak is thirty-four. Last year I noticed a small hole had developed around where the bathroom vent pipe goes through the roof. Not wanting to fall while getting back on to my extension ladder, I used a step ladder from the roof on the one story part of the house to climb up onto the high roof. My logic was that this way if I fell while getting back on the ladder that not only would I not fall as far (only about six feet) but the thud would alert the Plant Pixie to call 9-11 . So I thought that if I got up on the high part of the roof I could sit on my butt with my hands behind me and my feet planted firmly flat on the roof with my knees bent in front of me and scoot up the roof to the vent that was about ten feet above me and ten feet or so west of where I was. What I did not plan on even though I was wearing my Costco "Court Classic" tennis shoes that cost a whooping $15.00 is that the material that the Chinese make the soles out of have all of the traction of a hippo on ice skates trying to stay put on a bob sled run. As soon as I sat on the roof, all those little beads of our twenty plus year old shingles had the friction coefficient of freshly emitted gorilla snot and acted like miniature ball bearings sending me sliding down the roof towards the gutters (remember the one's that are twenty-two feet in the air on the high part of the house?) After what seemed like an eternity, I wore enough skin off the palms of my hands to create enough friction to stop my progress thus heading off a trip to the hospital and missing the fun of lights and sirens along the way.
So I got down off the roof via the preferred method (that would be using the ladder) and came in the house to wash the blood off the palms of my hands and get the little "ball bearings" out of my wounds. As I entered the house the Plant Pixie asked if I was "done already"? I replied that I was done climbing on the roof on the high part of the house. We called a contractor that came out surveyed the roof, sent his guy (I think it may have been SpiderMan) up the ladder, without his costume, who proceeded to walk up the roof (he may have had gorilla glue on the soles of his shoes,apparently it works better than gorilla snot) put the roof patch on and was down the ladder in five minutes.
So, what is the moral of this story? You fill in the blank and we can have some fun with the rest of this thread.
I hate not being able to do crap.
The price you pay, may be cheaper than the price you might pay, if you attempt the job yourself.
As soon as I sat on the roof, all those little beads of our twenty plus year old shingles had the friction coefficient of freshly emitted gorilla snot and acted like miniature ball bearings sending me sliding down the roof towards the gutters (remember the one's that are twenty-two feet in the air on the high part of the house?) After what seemed like an eternity, I wore enough skin off the palms of my hands to create enough friction to stop my progress thus heading off a trip to the hospital and missing the fun of lights and sirens along the way. 
We called a contractor that came out surveyed the roof, sent his guy (I think it may have been SpiderMan) up the ladder, without his costume, who proceeded to walk up the roof (he may have had gorilla glue on the soles of his shoes,apparently it works better than gorilla snot) 
put the roof patch on and was down the ladder in five minutes. 