I’ll only use a ladder if someone’s spotting me, and holding it with both hands.
I generally don’t mind reasonable heights. Two story house is ok. Unless the roof pitch is crazy steep.
I’m not as confident on ladders as I used to be. Out of practice and I’m more concerned about getting injured.
The one thing I’ve never liked is stepping off the roof onto the ladder. You’re facing backwards and feeling around with your foot for the step.
My mind says, “you’re balanced on the other foot. It’s safe. Find that ladder step!”. But I always swallow hard before transferring my weight to the ladder. I make sure somebody is around to steady the ladder.
I love the view from a roof. I have no problems blowing off the pine needles or hosing out the gutters.
This makes me laugh every time I see it.
I felt some small vindication this morning when the roofing company’s owner came out to provide an estimate. He pulled out his 24-foot ladder and climbed near the top, but he determined that given the steepness of the roof, he was not comfortable trying to dismount the ladder to get up there. So he’s sending out his other estimator with a longer ladder!
ha-HA, says I!
I used to be the person tagged by my family as the go-to person for crawlspaces and painting that had to be done from the roof (like box gutters under some circumstances). But I always hated ladders.
Nowadays I don’t think you could get me into a crawlspace or onto a roof for love nor money, though I’m less bothered by ladders than I used to be.
Ladders? But I don’t even wear stockings in the first place!
I’ve heard them described as the stairway to heaven…
But seriously they scare me. I’ll tolerate them better if I’m certain the top and bottom are well secured, and if they’re not vertical (so I know I can just lean forward to rest or calm down at any time)
that’s 700 feet above pattern altitude when landing a plane without the plane.