Drunken cameramen careen directly toward the side of a big white mountain, and then we're with Boston as they pile into yet another 4x4. Once they're on the road, Chris explains that they're going "lickety-split." Are there people who still say that? I mean, apparently there are, and it's...sort of cute, but it makes me feel like he should be wearing a letter jacket and jeans with big cuffs and gel in his hair, and starring in a 1950s high school instructional movie about personal hygiene and the fact that Good Girls Don't. He goes on to explain that if there's anything people from Boston know, it's snow. Dude, tell me about it. It snowed here on April Fool's Day this year. And if it was meteorological humor, we did NOT think it was funny.

The Teeth pull the Homesteader's clue. Tara and Wil are behind them, as Tara runs along in her stupid floppy hat, complaining that it "sucked." Well, technically, Tara, YOU sucked, but...we'll let it go. They get the clue, too. Taraweasel and the Teeth take off for the hardware store.

Elsewhere, Boston finds the store. Chris runs in like his snow pants are full of mashed potatoes, and Alex is right on his heels. They grab a bunch of tools that have a yellow clue envelope sitting right on top of them. The clue tells them to drive across Hurricane Gulch to reach the next (as Chris says it) "route mah-kah." Phil voices over that they have to take the tools and the propane tank (wait a minute -- you're giving these people FIRE?) and drive across a rather scary-looking bridge to the next marker. As Chris loads up the car, Alex finds a woman in the parking lot to ask for directions. Parking Lot Lady tells him it's about a hundred miles. Chris is disappointed. "A hundred miles?" Hee.

Taraweasel 4x4. Wil: "Hey, Tara, I'm sorry for yelling at you today..." At this point, I was thinking, "Okay, he's a total punk, but is he actually learning something?" He continues: "I was just trying to show you that it doesn't feel so good, does it?" Oh. I get it. It's not an apology. It's a renewal of hostilities. It's an easy mistake to make, I suppose. She ignores him and looks at the guidebook. You know, he's an asshole, and yet he's also sort of right. That's not good news. They reach the hardware store ahead of the Teeth. "Cool, tools!" he calls out. "I'm a...homebuilder!" I was so hoping he was going to take note of the fact that he, himself, is a tool, but I suppose that's a bit much to ask. Inside, Wil notices the propane tank right away. Leave it to him to lean toward the crudest method first. They read the clue and head off.