After an almost two hour wait for the eastbound Sandman, a couple friends and I backtracked back to Gore to find it empty. Well, you know how the story goes once you decide to leave. We came back to our spot and the train was already passed. After some very choice words we booked it to Indian Hollow in a futile hope to make up for our lapse of judgement. Four EMD geeps leads 22 cars loaded with sand.