Drifty Everglades was the first time we took our unique brand of pedal-y, paddle-y lostness to a kinda tropical climate. About half of the pioneers had never done a trip with Lost Travel and 100% of the pioneers didn’t know what they were in for.
Drifty Everglades was the first time we took our unique brand of pedal-y, paddle-y lostness to a kinda tropical climate. About half of the pioneers had never done a trip with Lost Travel and 100% of the pioneers didn’t know what they were in for.
We asked the Lost community to look through the rear view mirror.
“Tell us a travel story,” we said, “that isn’t about sunshine and rainbows.”
“Sure” they responded, with the halfhearted enthusiasm that we’ve grown to love about them.
“We want more people to experience the pure joy that comes at the end of a good adventure. It is a high that is difficult to describe; a sense of achievement, exhaustion and a burst of energy at all once. It aches in the best way. The realization that you have to go back to real life suddenly becomes the biggest anxiety in the world. It makes people question what they want to do with their lives and how they want to spend their time.”
Well, shucks. We’re going to have to throw out all of our Driftless “250” signs. On the 3rd edition, teams got their miles worth by pedaling and paddling for more than 300 miles. This is exactly the sort of effort that makes us blush. What started as a double-dog-dare to get teams to struggle their way to Beer’s Hometown in Potosi, WI, resulted in a rather respectable ramble through southern Wisconsin.
Attendees came in from five different states to take on the Drifty and they brought with them varying degrees of preparedness. One hadn’t biked more than 12 miles in a day; one hadn’t been on a bike in 10 years. We had a brother-sister pair, our first all female team, and our first solo participant. True to form, Wisconsin weather didn’t disappoint. 50 degree temperature swings, a hail storm, and blinding sunshine were all present.
Now that that we have two Drifty’s under our belt we’ve started to compare them, like every good parent. We know they’re not created equal but we love them both the same. We’re serving up the Drifty twice per year because we think all this variability is awesome.
So grab some gas station empanadas and strap on shoes that can withstand miles of anxiously retracing your steps. Throw your phone in a lake, or at least put it in airplane mode, and hit the road in whatever direction looks strangest.
We asked our Board Members and friends to indulge in our nostalgia for 2018. They’ve recounted the unexpected, messy, and down right shitty aspects of travel from the year gone by. Which is a good thing, because some of the best moments of a trip are the ones that start out as the worst.
We are super excited to announce that we’re supporting the River Alliance of Wisconsin with proceeds from The Driftless 250!
Strangers became friends, islands became hotels, a local man saved the day with a pickup truck, and we became one with the eddies of the mighty Mississippi.
One month from today, at this very moment, a brave group of adventurers will be waking up on some isolated sand bar in the middle of the Wisconsin River.
We've been busy over the past few weeks. In between hiking the Redwoods and camping in Devil's Lake, we've built a landing page, incorporated a business…
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