I know of a house built for a small island in my region which was built according to the "house boat codes". Essentially, built on an aircrete foundation which can float. The house was towed on the water over to the island. Every time there was a super-tide, they pushed the home further up until it was on the spot on the island they wanted it on. I think they then used chains to rocks for control if a problem storm occurred.
I live in Florida and in most places here it makes more sense to build up, not dig down. Underground waterways course through most of Florida and it’s really a long skinny, shallow, floating shelf.
I'd be grateful to leave hurricanes behind after seeing some of the pictures of whole communities flattened! However, every ecosystem I know of on earth has its good stuff and its bad stuff. I have long supported the need for building standards to be far more location specific than they are, to reflect the risks of specific ecosystems, utilize the pros of those same ecosystems, and that building standards reflect reasonable expectations that the building will safely *survive* natural disasters, rather than simply enable the people to survive. Too many people die of the complications that occur when they live through the disaster, but their house and all their belongings are gone.
had intended to experiment with making an aircrete/cob dome in Florida, though now I'm grateful to have left hurricanes, mosquitoes, and alligators behind along with the miserable humidity, mold, and 7-8 months of summer.
Jay Angler wrote:"...look off the cliff and wave to the locals as they washed out to sea."
[When Vonnegut tells his wife he's going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you're not a poor man. You know, why don't you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I'm going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don't know. The moral of the story is, is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we're not supposed to dance at all anymore.