The grain train we saw in the siding up the pass now coasts downgrade in to Livingston. As the train was passing, my uncle, whom I was traveling with, asked if I had dropped eight dollars when I got out of the car. With no recollection of doing so, he kept the money and subsequently found more. In the span of about five minutes, we found 64 dollars lying in the scrub along side the road. It's only fitting that we now call this location 'Cash Curve'.
