Exploring a new area for me, south of Crawford, I found a place where the road twists around to cross the tracks, which are cut into the hill. I climbed the hill and found the arrangement with the foreground yucca and background trees to be a good fit around the track. It wasn't a long wait for the train; in fact, I might have had to scramble to grab it. I forget exactly how it went. I may have rescued someone from a mustache-twirling villain, too.
