Coming · built in the open
The trip, handled.
A private concierge for the one who plans it. The logistics that make group trips miserable become invisible labor; what your people see is a trip that simply works, down to the side bets.
One of you runs it
Every great trip has the one who makes it happen. Tripped is that person's private concierge. You get the machine; everyone else just gets a beautiful trip.
Guests, not users
Your group never downloads anything, never makes an account, never learns software. A link opens their trip: tee times, pairings, rooms, the dinner spot.
The plan is alive
Weather moves, a flight slips, someone's back gives out on the range. The plan reshapes itself in front of you instead of dying in a group chat.
The moment it’s for
Day two of the annual trip, and the rain you weren’t supposed to get shows up at 7:40. This is normally where eight phones light up: the group chat, the pro shop on hold, somebody’s spreadsheet already wrong. Instead, the plan reshapes itself in front of you. The 8:10 slides to 11:00. The pairings hold. Lunch moves indoors, the side bets carry over, and everyone’s phone quietly shows the new day. Nobody ever knows it was in danger.
That’s the job.
What it’s not
Not a group chat.
The chat stays for the trash talk. The logistics finally leave it.
Not a booking site.
You booked the trip. Tripped runs it — the part no site ever handled.
Not a bill-splitter.
This is about the trip being great, not the receipts being even.
First tee
The golf trip comes first.
The annual foursome, the real courses, the tee sheets and pairings and the rain delay that reshuffles everything. That’s where Tripped starts, because that’s the trip we know by heart. Everything else follows.
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