The bus returned to where Cain, Davis, and Josh went to college and worked with their church - Christ the Redeemer.

The bus worked in Raleigh, North Carolina with an amazing group - Neighbor to Neighbor.

The Jones family welcomes the bus boys to a picturesque island off the coast of Maine, where they work with the only church on the island.

The crew has a reunion with the original LOST Bus crew, working and playing together to create lasting memories.

The bus joined in for July 4th festivities and helped out in the great city of Green Bay, WI. The guys ate a lot of cheese.

The bus spends a week in the big state of Montana and works in the small-ish, bike-friendly town of Missoula.

The Bus works with a community in East Washington and North Idaho, a connection forged through a new friend met while working in Bend, OR.

Bend is an amazing town with amazing people. The Bus tried new activities and worked with an equine therapy non-profit.

The bus boys went to wine country and linked up with a very welcoming church.

The guys left the bus in Los Angeles, and headed to rugged Catalina Island to work with Campus by the Sea

The LOST Bus made its way to Southern California and worked at a camp in the mountains near San Diego. 

The Bus continues time in New Mexico serving alongside others on the Navajo Nation Reservation land.

Cain, Davis, and Josh continue their time in Colorado as they work together with a Russian Church and spend a time in a hut in the wilderness of the Colorado Rockies.

The Bus finished up time in Austin and headed to Mckinney, TX to join along in the amazing work of Cornerstone Ranch.

Moving West into Texas the bus makes stops in Houston and Corpus Christi.

The LOST Bus spends their last week in their home of the Carolina’s, working with friends and family in Charlotte and Greenville.

Josh, Davis, and Cain spend their first week on the road serving the small town of Wauchula Florida as it recovers from the destruction left by hurricane Ian. Along the way were lots of laughs, new friends, and untapped generosity. Perhaps Wauchula blessed the boys more than the boys could bless the town.