Bluerock Cliffs - 7.20 p.m. (Timber Time)
After a three-hour journey by bus through the rocky roads of the Timber Mountains, Jack and King finally reached the town of Bluerock Cliffs, a mountain and ski resort nested on the Timber Mountains. Above the town was the summit of the Gazing Mountain.
Jack stepped down from the bus and threw up. King approached to his buddy who had just finished puking, disposing the bag that contained his vomit. Jack and King rode the gondola to the summit for another 10 minutes.
"This place is cool," Jack said with vapor emerging from his mouth, marvelling at the sharp rock formations of the mountains formed by years of erosion. "And darn cold too," he added.
King saw mountain goats grazing on vegetation that dotted the mountains. He clapped in awe, for he loved to watch wildlife. But it was then when Geezards appeared and chased the herd away, he sniffled.
Jack and King stepped down from the gondola and walked around in search of the pit stop. They eventually spotted a blue and yellow route marker stuck on a railing at the summit viewpoint; it was the pit stop, where Cid was standing before a mat that was the map of the whole world.
Jack and King stepped onto the mat together after getting off the taxi without paying.
"Welcome to the Gazing Mountain," a man in thick mountain clothing said. The man, standing beside Cid, presented to them the view of the city of Timber, flashing like a giant light bulb among the surrounding savannah.
"Jack and King," Cid began. "You're team number one."
"Woohoo!" Jack shouted excitedly, hugging his buddy.
"We love this race!" King exclaimed, as they gazed on at the illuminated sight of Timber.