The Rockie mountains in Montana present no better helicopter- and para-gliding landing site then a lake, but in the string wind that's icy, as when he gets dripping wet again climbing up an exhausting cliff and down a log besides a waterfall and passing a wide lake by leaky improvised canoe with para-glider-sail. His survival skills are tested to make fire, still fall short of finding enough decent food so he squeezes worms. An abandoned, bear-ravaged pioneer cabin provides a single comfortable night, apart from a scary checkup from the attic on what probes just an inquisitive raccoon. His self-made torch comes handy again after climbing and gliding perilously to an abandoned mine, which nearly collapses on him. To avoid going round a huge canyon, he improvises a cable ride and climbs down the huge tree he fixed it on. On flatter terrain, he reaches and climbs a high railroad bridge and follows the track, even into a tunnel, where a rare train arrives scarily fast: run for your lives harder then ever, crew.
—KGF Vissers