No waterfall over the porch. No puddles against the foundation. No basement anxiety.
I’ve been the second type. For three seasons in a row. unblocking my gutters
The moment I heard that satisfying glug-glug-WOOSH and saw muddy water explode out the bottom—far from the house—I actually cheered. Alone. On a ladder. Neighbors watching. Within an hour, my gutters were flowing freely. That night, another storm rolled in. I stood by the window with a coffee, watching rainwater neatly travel down the downspout, into the extension, and safely away from the house. No waterfall over the porch
You won’t regret it. But you will regret ignoring it. into the extension