Phil claims, "Teams must now trudge even further through the bog," even though the boardwalk leads right to the "tower." From the top of which Phil expansively says, "Rising high above the vast marshlands, it is the Pit Stop for this leg of the race." Rising high?" That rickety old wooden cylinder is shorter than my house. "The last team to check in here may be eliminated," Phil says, which isn't going that far out on a limb given that there have already been two non-elimination legs this season and this shows no sign of being a "you are still racing" leg. Meghan and Cheyne run for it, climb the spiral staircase, and are greeted at the top by Phil and an older, seated Estonian woman. Phil tells them they're team number one and says they "missed out" on the Saunabuss. But not to worry, because, "You guys have won a red cedar sauna." They look confused for a minute, like, "Where in our apartment is that going to go?" But then they remember to look excited and grateful, like a couple of eight-year-olds at Christmas who just opened the sweaters from their grandma. Phil asks if their next goal is getting into the final three, and Cheyne says, "We've competed our whole lives, but this is like the ultimate stage for competition. I think it's perfect for us." Wow. I've been wondering what it's going to take to knock these guys down a couple of notches, but I'm thinking the jinx-magnet remark that Cheyne just made should more than cover it.
The other three teams have now wandered into what looks like a residential neighborhood, but the next thing you know, they've found the arrows. A three-way footrace ensues.But will their bumbling have been enough for Gary and Matt? They're still in their cab to the Detour. "It's time to cowboy up," Gary says. "Isn't that how they say it in Montana?" Okay, when did their home state get moved? I am so confused.
Reaching the volleyball courts, the brothers are the meat in a Globetrotters sandwich, with the Americas bringing up the rear. Flight Time figures the locals would be "intimidated" by the "two big tall black good-looking guys, athletic coming up." Sam, meanwhile appreciates the sight of the "hottie Estonian guys" in their black Speedos. Both teams step shirtless into the mud, and since there are only two slots for volleyball, that leaves the Americas having to do the slingshot task by default. First they have to put on "bog shoes," which are like a smaller version of snowshoes, and then Brian picks up a basket of veggies and leads the way across the mud to where a couple of judges are waiting next to the moose sign and the cabbage table. Oh, the sentences I get to type sometimes.