Outskirts

Sitting at the edge of the gold-struck town, a large log-house tavern stands. It is here where the town ends and the wilderness begins - here is where all sledding expeditions begin, and where the starving, mangled sled-dogs roam freely, heeding the warnings of drunken men, armed with bottles and rocks. The race track ends just south of this area, providing an entertaining loophole from the cruel reality.