17-year-old house a year ago. Also, I couldnt help wondering why the living room above had only one vent leading into it.
After several failed attempts to trace its destination, Id finally given up. This time, though, things would be different. I was on vacation and determined to satisfy my curiosity. Climbing up on the roof of our minivan, I twisted and turned to try and gain a better view of the silver, tape-wrapped duct pipe as it snaked its way out of sight. Overtaken with a sense of excitement, I began searching for answers (on the next leg of my journey of the heating duct mystery).
Hopping down from the van I next went upstairs shouting to my four sons "Bring me the strongest magnet you have!" After selecting a magnet, I placed it low on the living room wall. Immediately the thing stuck. I reached down to grasp an X-Acto blade knife from my tools. Slowly and carefully, I cut a small square hole in the wallboard, all the while wondering if this was just some sort of foolish mistake I later regret.
It was too late to turn back my step of faith had turned into my leap of faith. The exhilaration, combined with twinges of apprehension and caution, were all working against each other as I continued.