My first “Lost Travel” Drifty experience as both an employee of Lost and participant was a whirlwind of excitement and challenges.

Warning: your 30s are calling, and they're not asking for a gentle hello. They're screaming for a wake-up call, a kick in the pants, and a solo vacation that's all about you.

Can’t do the drifty? Come for just the easy part… the finish line beers. It’s like just eating the frosting...

Day Seven: Saturday August 6th Day Seven of the Drifty means you’ve made it. Well, almost. Just a short ride...

Day Six: Friday August 5th It’s Day Six of the Drifty and that means you are now a seasoned long-distance...

Day Five already! Depending on the weather you probably are waking up in your tent/hammock (that’s a debate for a...)

Day Four: Wednesday August 3rd Day four means transition day. Depending on where you ended the previous night you only...

Day Three: Tuesday August 2nd Woah day three already? Do you even remember your work passwords? Believe it or not...

Day 2: Monday August 1st While everyone else you know is logging into their company email you are sipping coffee...

Day One: Sunday July 31st. It’s the first day of the actual Drifty! You wake up at 7AM, or maybe...

Filed in: Field Reports Depending on which latitude is crossing through your chair at the moment, the ground below it...

More variety, Lower prices, Slower shipping For too long we have spent our days wefting and weaving to keep you...

If you’ve been a follower of Lost Travel you’ll know we fancy ourselves a bit of an expert in the arena of bicycle and kayak based adventures of the Type II variety here in the continental US. We’re running the eighth edition of the Drifty, a bicycle

Making it to our 3rd birthday is a big feat. We survived the pandemic (thanks to your help) and with...

Start off in the charming foothills of Beer City, meander your way through the Great Smokies, descend through the

We’ve been fans of air since our first breath. We like ours served neat, pine-scented, and hold the carbon (Please)....

This is a pioneer trip so there’s no telling how this will turn out. But if you’re new to unscripted adventure, this here unroute is a really good place to start. We expect most folks will use this as a baseline for their meanderings. Most of the towns listed have a plethora of places to stay and camp. If you prefer the Shackleton approach to adventure, then by all means ignore this and chart your own course.

At 3.5 days it was our shortest trip to-date so we made up for it by cramming in as much lostness as possible. Mother Nature helped as well by dropping 14 hours of straight rain onto our Pioneers and conveniently dropping the temperatures by 20 degrees below average. Bless her heart.

Ever taken a Spin class? It’s kinda like riding a bicycle with an angry person yelling at you as you wipe your pal’s butt sweat out of your eyes.

Things we love: cold rain pelting you in the face, diner breakfast, and first night celebrations going on a wee bit too long. The recon trip for AshToNash had all of that and more. A while back we got in touch with a guy named Joe and learned that he was a former Pro Cyclist. “How convenient!” we thought to ourselves.

We’ll shout from the rooftops about unscripted travel until we’re blue in the foot. However, we thought it might be nice for you to hear from somebody else for a change. Here’s a bunch of Lost veterans talking about the time(s) they got lost with Lost. We literally couldn’t have said it any better.

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 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…