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Day 0: Seven Days of Drifty

Filed in: Field Reports

Depending on which latitude is crossing through your chair at the moment, the ground below it is probably white, brown, or some unsightly combination of the two. And the mercury in your thermometer is likely experiencing some unfortunate “shrinkage”. What a perfect opportunity to reject reality and substitute it with your own with a flash forward field report-style telling of the Drifty. 

Our 8th hosting of the Drifty, codename “The Ocho”, is being held in late July this year. We asked our intern to crunch the numbers on the perfect week in Wisconsin for an outdoor adventure and they sent us this chart:

 

9 out of 10 locals have advised us Wisconsin in July/August is the bee’s knees.

 

So we’re running the Drifty in late July this year we thought it would be nice to remind everyone a little bit about what you can expect each day of the event. As a reminder the Drifty has no set route, only a few transition windows you need to show up for. This is just a hypothetical reporting of the adventure based on past events that may or may not have actually happened. And this is not the Complete Guide to the Drifty.

Day Zero: Saturday July 30th

After making several wrong turns you arrive at the coordinates burned into a small piece of wood that showed up at your house. There’s music playing and people everywhere. And trees everywhere. You’re at the start party! You swim through the humid air towards a cooler of cold beer and a pulled pork sandwich while some guy in a funny hat explains what you are going to be doing for the next seven days. You’re trying your best to listen but keep getting distracted looking at all the gear people have rigged up to their bikes. You ask your teammate but they admit they were staring at the bikes too.

As the summer sun sets you spend the rest of the night talking to people around you about what exactly is going on and quickly putting together a sketch of a map on a piece of paper. After a few drinks and some music you eventually fall asleep in your tent with the gentle glow of a campfire illuminating just enough of your gear to make you think about what you forgot to pack.

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