The Mountaintop

The leaky roof let in every storm and the only thing decorating the inside of the house was countless buckets of raindrops. We had to get a new roof to keep the outside out. When the house was built the roof was slate. Our attic houses a series of now unnecessary support beams that used to carry the heavy weight of the slate tiles. Slate roofs are beautiful and dimensional and last virtually forever. So where is our slate roof now? Unfortunately, a previous owner along the way was convinced to switch to shingles for whatever reason. It saddens us to no end that the original roof was cast away. We would have loved to have the roof redone in slate, to restore our house back to its original appearance. But as we found out, slate roofs cost at least four times as much as shingle roofs. It just wasn't in the cards for us.

The roof was falling apart to begin with, shingles sliding down its slope. Things could only go up from there. Literally up. Way up. Our roof is quite tall with its highest peak about 40 feet above ground level, and it is abnormally steep. It seemed like more of a climbing expedition than a construction job. I don't have to tell you that this was not a DIY moment. We're not totally insane, although Cory has since said that he would probably be awesome at roofing. The man's confidence knows no bounds.

So we not only had to find roofers, we had to find daredevils. "Oh, hello. Would you like to dangle from great heights while the Texas sun beats down upon you to put my roof back together again?" Some contractors came to our house, took one look at the roof, and wouldn't even bid the job. Too steep. Too dangerous. No death wish. But lo and behold, we finally found someone brave enough to take the risk. And then this madness happened:

There were a great deal of components required to scale this mountain of a roof. An extension ladder took the roofers up over 20 feet to the base of the roof. Then they nailed 2x6 boards into the decking to make narrow walkways up to the peak. They placed ladders atop the walkways to climb from one to the next. Safety ropes were tied around their waists and secured on the other side of the roof to keep them from plummeting to the earth. Oh, and they did all this climbing with one arm because they were carrying bundles of shingles in the other. Like it was no big deal.

I watched in awe and waited for disaster.

But disaster never came, and a few days later our house was transformed.

I should say, it was one step closer to transforming. There are still improvements to be made to the outside--new windows, new shutters, new landscaping. But since we moved in we've been concentrating on the inside, trying to make a home amongst the dust and peeling paint.

Ready to see inside?

-Kate