I agree with the hmmmm.....part. It is alot of effort and a boat such as that is a good bobber but not too useful as boats go. His concept is for the smash and bang and pray you survive aspect but not really going to be much in the steer and avoid collision department. A 38 foot fiberglass hull sailboat has a 3700 lb lead filled 6 foot keel to keep it upright in a rough sea....his concept of 10 people whose total mass is just barely off-center won't have the effect he's hoping for. I'd say moving to higher ground would increase your odds far better as alot of things can crush a wood and foam structure as it's being tossed by a massive wave... and if anything broke his plexiglass windows as it is being bashed around, his keel-less boat (as what keel he adds later would be quickly removed) would roll and likely drown you instead. HIGH GROUND is still better!

Well, I never said it was a good idea. Just something to make you go Hum.

I just like people who randomly decide to take on and do the impossible, that no one else has ever done before and figure out each problem as it comes up because there is no roadmap....simply for something to do. Its way more interesting watching hockey or playing golf. Much of our prepping is like that.

Sorry, it's not 3,700 lbs of lead but instead 6,700 lbs in the keel. I only know this because my brother built his own 38 foot sandwich hull Robinson fiberglass sailboat. Were all project builders and his project had to be bigger than our stuff it seemed. 😉 I'd like to send him that link though when I do get him on the line to see what a real boat builder would say. I'm betting that design would roll like a screw numerous times before it would settle down after a toss. The keel is designed to guarantee that the sailboat always rights itself after being capsized. Some sailboats such as catamarans and tri-hulls remain overturned when capsized in bad weather.

I do admire his determination but think he should have researched it a little more first. Even the story of Noah's ark likely has the ark more wide and oval and it would need a high waterline with all the heavy animals below water level for proper ballast to prevent it from rolling. A simple comparison is to lay a long round jar in water a watch how easy it rolls compared to that of trying to get a bread pan tipping. I know it wouldn't be too long before I'd be losing my cookies from all that rolling his pretty ship will do.... 😆

I'm reaching the point that I hate typing and have seriously been thinking of tossing my laptop in the pond and saying F it . I meant to say, Its way more interesting "Than" watching hockey or playing golf.
Of course, this would be like an amusement park ride. Puke. But sea voyage is not the point. Just being banged around a lot, AKA, japan tsunami. If you survived, you would be wiping the puke away and high fiving the kids. "Dad. Lets do it again. Lets do it again."

The only usefull thing for me was looking at the internal structure and thinking about how that may have saved my disastrous underground cold storage that the earth crushed in from the sides. It might be usefull for anyone considering burying a container.

Yup, ur likely right about that if I survived it part:lol: But I'd likely have headed for the hills long before any of that could have happened. I'm betting that he thinks he'll just crawl in his boat and "await the tide" so to speak.... I think just getting past the first wave would be a doozy though cause it would slam you into the house or garage, and then your neighbors, and so on.... and I never did like those crowded places anyways 😛 . I'd be watching from somewhere high or even further away. 😆 I've raced the rain many a time on the bike as you likely have too. I'd take my chances and try to outrun the wave the same way first,(Hollywood style) until someone lowered the curtain and threw me a bar of soap as the wave washed over me.(gotta go out clean) 😎

Yah. One of my favorite runs was trying to get out of alberta at the last minute in late november, back to the coast, after bailing on a bad job. Motorcycling through the Rockies, trying to beat a snow storm that hit me occasionally. With too much gear and wrapped up like the Stay Puffed Marsh Mellow Man. I hear the road was closed behind me to traffic half a day latter. I may have been stuck anywhere...I got, well, stuck...till the spring, (Hi. what is this town called? Point me towards the bar...and the single, ornery, mountain girl that needs a winter husband till spring). That was too close for comfort but like most of my near disaster tales, it was well worth the suffering.

(so, I once fell down a hill in the middle of the night and got stuck with my head under water. After preparing to just let go, after several failed attempts at getting oxygen....I realised...this was exactly how my second ex wife expected me to die...and I just was not willing to give her the satisfaction. That was the motivation I needed. True story...but that is another mayhem survival story)