Into the Attic

Here's the view from the attic entrance, looking toward the end of the house where the bathroom is. It's so much fun crawling through the trusses.

It's even more fun crawling through the trusses while avoiding the SPIKES OF DEATH! They're all over the place.

Here's the fan from inside the attic. I crammed the new duct and all the tools and stuff into the hole in the ceiling so that I wouldn't have to carry all that stuff in with me. The yellow wire is the new control wiring for the fan. I drilled a hole from underneath and was able to grab it and pull it into position while poking my head through the fan hole. It's not hooked up yet. The reason the picture is tilted is because I was precariously balanced between a couple of trusses. Note that the roof is angling down, and is only a foot or so above the fan. The fun never stops.

You can just see the vent opening over the duct. I brought a couple of pieces of plywood with me, so I could bridge them between the rafters and get a stable place to perch on while I worked. Hooked up the duct to the outside vent, then moved the boards near the fan so I could lie down on them and get the fan fastened to the rafters. Hooked up the wires, sprayed that whole can of Great Stuff foam around the fan body, then hooked up the vent. There was much cursing and groaning and contorting and pain and SPIKES OF DEATH! avoidance.

By the time I was done, all I wanted to do was get the hell out of that attic. Hence the lack of a picture of the final fan. I should have gotten Wendy to take a picture of me when I crawled out. I looked like a zombie. I hosed myself off (literally, with a hose, in the front yard), then wired up the new fan switch. Everything worked fine.

Here's the final result.