As I mentioned, Thomas and some friends re-shingled our roof last week. It’s brand spankin’ new and we figured this was a great time for date night idea #48: Climb on the Roof. The weather was absolutely perfect. Warm, yet not hot. (At 10 pm.) Clear sky.
I, however, was terrified. Mostly about the getting up and getting down. I figured once I was safely seated on the roof I’d enjoy it.
I psyched myself into climbing up, thinking that exactly a week ago I watched five guys wander around up there with nail guns and have no problems at all. Clearly it’s not that big of a deal. So I went up the ladder, almost took that last step and…climbed back down. No. Not doing it. Thomas pushed me back up there and made me. (I wanted to, but couldn’t make myself.) And, despite my prediction, it was not better at all once I went through with it.
I’ve never thought of myself as someone who is afraid of heights. It turns out, though, I’m just someone who is enormously comforted by railings and statistics (ie, how many tourists accidentally fall off the top of the Eiffel tower? None. That’s how many.)
This is the Iowa State Capitol. You see that railing at the bottom of the gold dome? I’ve been up there and all I thought was ‘this is really freaking cool.’ I’ve also been up the Eiffel Tower, the Empire State Building, the Washington Monument, and the St. Louis Arch, but those are tourist attractions and pretty heavily protected with plexiglass and stuff. Tourists aren’t allowed out on the dome at the capitol building, because if you wanted to you could just jump right over the waist-height railing. I was allowed out there on an employees-only “behind the scenes” tour. And loved it. A good portion of our group was not having it, what with the narrow walkway and low railing, but I never wanted to leave.
My roof, though? NO RAILING. NONE. Nothing to hold onto. Nothing to catch myself with. Just a plummet to the ground where I’d surely end up with a broken ankle or something. I did not like it at all.
I did calm down a bit once I started taking pictures. Messing with the settings took my mind off worrying about how the hell I was going to get down.
After I’d been behind the camera for awhile, I decided it wasn’t that bad being up there. Kind of pretty. So I decided I’d just stay. Forever. Clearly sitting up there was safer than the process of climbing down, so I just wasn’t going to do it. I mean, if I laid with my waist over the peak and half of my body on each side, I’d be pretty safe, right? So I could just skip that whole walk to the edge and blind fumbling for the ladder.
Thomas thought no, so I crabwalked my way to the edge (following him) and generally freaked the eff out until he physically guided my legs onto the ladder. Methinks that will be my first and last time on our roof.