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…
March 9 marks the anniversary of my last day on my wagon voyage across America – the journey that became the Lost Sea Expedition series.
Most nights in my wagon, I wrote in my journal. Tonight, reading back over those entries here in my cabin in Western North Carolina, those notes seems like a missive from another era.
From my journal:
“West of Sierra Blanca, Texas
Tonight is one of the last nights on the road. We’re 24 miles from Sierra Blanca, only 40 or so from Mexico. I just cooked supper over a small flame in the desert sand. I burn the final waking hours writing in my journal in a dark wagon, the only movement the shadow flicker of my pen against the paper in the lamp light.
Gentle bumps rock the wagon tonight, like Sea Bird anchored out and the dingy bumping against her flanks. Only tonight, it’s Polly that’s eating a bale of hay leaning up against the wagon that sends these shudders through my vessel.
I nod off to the sound of Polly’s picket chain dragging through the sand as she seeks out precious blades of grass. The chomping as she chews on her precious pad of alfalfa hay. The swallowing as she downs jug water hauled into the desert aboard the wagon.
Good night a final time from out here on the dusty Lost Sea. In the morning we come out of the desert and make the final miles for Fort Hancock.”
And with that, dear friends, I turn in to not, this time my wagon berth, but my bed.
Okay, I’ll leave you with a few more photos to go with this post