The Lost Sea Expedition TV series is about a voyage I (Bernie Harberts) took across America with my mule. The series was filmed with only the gear I carried in my wagon – no film crew, support team or sponsor. I slowed down to explore a sped up world as only a man alone can do.
Out there in my tiny wagon, I filmed what I lived: tumbleweed gales, snow storms, the highs of Badlands Blue and the low of Prairie Fever. I lived among the people I interviewed – ranchers, Lakota elders, scientists, creationists and and every day folks.
The goal of my voyage was to capture the wandering life, explore a little known part of America, and bring the experience home to you. The Lost Sea Expedition does that. When it is complete you’ll be able to “walk” across the United States with me in 4 half-hour TV segments. Instead sound bite glimpses of county, like you get on some social media and the news, you’ll feel like you spent a year absorbing it first hand.
Still, the voyage isn’t quite done for me. I need to bring the TV series the final distance – get it paid for and on TV.
Turning the footage shot in the field in to a TV series has been a huge project. The Lost Sea Expedition is currently in production. It is being produced for public television which means I have to come up with all the money to make this happen.
This is where you can help. Please make a donation to help complete the series. Just $25 would buy half an hour of audio engineering. With your help, I’m confident we’ll raise enough money to finish this project in short order. I want you to see this series as soon as possible so let’s get going!
In the meantime, all the latest info about the voyage and TV series – from video shorts to where you can catch up with mule Polly and me – is in the Latest News section. Have you seen the one about the mummified….thing…
One of the main reasons it took 14 months to travel across my mule Polly is that I relied on word of mouth – not technology – to find my way from Canada to Mexico.
I didn’t have a smartphone, GPS, wifi connection, digital maps or sat phone. Instead, I wanted to interact with people. That’s how I ended up on the receiving end of a sketch map and the giving end of three jars of honey.
You see, as I traveled from Canada to the Mexican border with my mule Polly, I just wanted the voyage to unfold. Let it grow by twists and turns. I never set out with a master plan or a wagon full of electronic equipment. I didn’t want to know what the road ahead would look like.
No, I just hit the road with my movie gear, a vague notion of which way I should head every day. Keep the sunrise to my right kind of stuff. Keep filming.
In Beach, North Dakota, I met this huge biker looking dude. His name was Skip Beach. He rode a chopper with a Maltese cross mirror and paid the bills by hauling, among other things, bees.
Yes, honey bees.
I had a great yarn session with Skip and I told him of my rambling ways and he asked me where I was going next. I told him I wasn’t sure which of the many back roads I should take.
About dark, he whips out a piece of paper and three jars of honey. Tells me I should bring the honey to his buddy. Sketches a hand drawn map out for me and sends me on my way. Voila. I knew where I was heading after Beach, North Dakota.
The next day, Polly and I headed out with three jars of honey in our wagon and that sketch map in my pocket. It was clear where we needed to go.
Skip and I are still in touch. I don’t think that would have been the case if I’d always known the road ahead.