This morning, before daylight even, before all the employees had come in, someone came in the door and asked if anyone spoke Spanish. Two people there did. So he started asking a question and one of them, who isn't from around here, got a puzzled look on his face. The other one, who is a S.A. native, said, "Oh, he's looking for where the ghosts push the car away from the train tracks."
Strange, and funny. So while they gave him verbal directions for how to get to that area, I made a copy of the pertinent map page and circled the ghost tracks for him (just above the red star on the map, where the road makes a right-angle bend). Fortunately for him, he had managed to walk into an office where myself and one other person knew where they were.
Personally, I wouldn't want to go there during the dark. Not because of alleged ghosts, but because that's a place that always sets my spidey-sense a-tingling. It looks like a good place for all kinds of nefarious goings-on--the kind of place someone might hastily dump a dead body. I find the nearby Mission Espada much more interesting.
Photo thanks to Roadside America, which has this article explaining the downhill/uphill illusion that gave rise to the local legend. As pointed out in the article, these tracks have no warning lights, bells, or crossing barricades and is not a particularly safe place to hang out since the track is still in use.
