The northern part of the Yucatán peninsula is as flat as a table, and you have to travel south to Campeche before you spot any terrain elevating over the horizon. I had scouted this location on the north side of Campeche, in a small neighborhood appropriately named the Mirador, but needed that perfect morning northbound train to make it happen, as the sun spins around too far by mid-afternoon. On the last day of my trip, friends in Mérida and Calkiní reported an early train that might get to Campeche early enough for a good shot. After a quick lunch, we drove to the spot, set up and waited. Around 13:30, as the sun was getting dangerously head-on, the venerable 2002, a B30-7A of Central Michigan and Burlington Northern heritage, finally came into view with about two dozen cars in tow, yielding this scenic shot. In the background are the northern suburbs of Campeche and the Gulf of Mexico.