The Spousal Equivalent used to be able to climb up the tall radio masts on his Navy ships with no hesitation, but later in life developed a paralyzing fear of heights.
It does take some getting used to.
Whatever fear of heights I had, was lost when working a couple jobs in Houston.
One was a brick layer's helper.
Hauling mortar and bricks up a five story brick wall at a
Howard Johnson hotel.
Scaffolding looks OK, from the ground.
Up five stories, with yer arms full, not so much.
The other was at
Proler Steel.
Running the mag crane.
When the crane broke down, the operator would have to climb outa the crane and walk the rail to get to the ladder.
The rail was about 8 inches wide.
It was only about 20 feet up, but walking that rail added another 6 feet to eye level.
Felt like wrapping my legs around the rail, and inch along to the ladder.
Only had to do that once.
Most recent cure was at the cabin.
The shop roof;
Again, not that many feet up.
And looking at the peak from ground level doesn't look at all frightening.
However
An event took place that gave me a bit of anxiety.
I was laying the felt.
To get the ladder positioned where I wanted it, I had to incorporate the scaffold.
So, strapped the scaffold to a stud in a couple places.
Once I got to the top of the roof, finishing off the felt, the ladder started inching down.
The scaffold had managed to pull loose from the stud.
I was gonna go down.....soon.
Hollered for my woman.
She screamed, of which really bolstered my confidence.
I gingerly inched my way down the ladder, and lightly stepped on the scaffold, then leaped to the ground.
These days I prefer working at ground level