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Originally Posted by Sliver
holy fata that would've been hell
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It felt like hell. At the peak I could half stand. I'd crawl over or belly scrambled under trusses, kicking up dust that covered every inch of my sweaty sticky body. My shins were bruised for weeks. It was a good 45 degrees up there, and at one point I had what I figured was 10 minutes left. I couldn't do it anymore. I felt like death was near. But going down would have meant a full strip down, mask removal, shower, recharge etc. And I wasn't going back up for 10 minutes of work. So I crawled into the next section and suffered to completion. I think I spent the next 6 hours in my basement cooling off, and drank about 40 litres of water.
That 36 degree day we had? My infrared thermometer registered 75C pointed at the inside of the roof, so something had to be done. My shingles are cooked(yay another job!). The next time that heat shows up I'll have to re-check, see how much difference it made. I really should have given myself a reference on a normal day...