As he swung over to the other side of the ravine's edge cue in Tarzan's call, Sander prepared himself. He had to time it right. If he released the rope too early or too late, he would most likely fall over the edge.

Ready....ready....let go!...Sander released his hold on the rope and allowed his body's momentum to swing him over the edge and over onto solid ground. The moment his feet touched the ground, Sander tucked in his body and rolled onto the ground to cushion the impact. He then lay on the ground for a couple of seconds to catch his breath before slowly getting to his feet.

Merlin!! Sander winced. His ankles hurt...so did his thighs....and don't even mention his arms. His burning muscles were calling out to him. No more...no more....But Sander knew that there was more to come. He still had another task to complete before he was back on safe and solid ground.

Sander squinted and looked around. The Professor had told them they had to get across a swamp. How he was supposed to do that, Sander decided he would figure that out later. But first, he had to find the swamp. He squinted in the distance but couldn't see it. Then he remembered what Professor Bellaire had told them. The swamp was deep and smelled foul. Smell!!

Sander began to sniff the air. His eyesight may have been failing but his olfactory sense, aka his nose, was still working well. He could smell something nasty and foul in the air. Sniffing the air, Sander followed his nose and eventually found the swamp.

Gag!!...the Professor was right. The swamp did smell horrible.